For the past nineteen years, I have been travelling back to our comfy home. And today, I experienced, once again, the feeling of being separated from a family member. I ponder, how weak I am. It's really easy to tear especially when I hear every stop which was different from what I heard many days ago... I even pondered the foreign friends I made, how did they even make it through when their hometown is miles and miles away...
I really long for home.
So the question is,
when can I go home?
