Phase 2

It’s been left home for one week. Taking a little breath for thinking the one-month go-back-home trip is a lot to say about it. In the past 18 months, I thought that one day I would knock the door, stand tightly and say ‘Hello’ to my parents. How happy they would be! Well, at that moment, my dad stood outside at midnight and waiting for me, and then getting into the house. Apparently, my mum didn’t really wake up but stared me with her puffy-lid eyes. During one month, I didn’t really cheer up for this short visit at the first couple days because I was still adjusting the time difference. Also, I left home too long to get used to the changes. House, the people and so on. My parents sold the house that we’d live for 10 years. That house was full of the memory of growing up, so I felt some parts of me getting lost. My parents still have a slim fit, which is I feel guilt about my weight. (haha) They are always so loving that spoil me. It won’t be changed never and ever, so this gives me a little pressure. I know that they never mean to it. And saying “No more pressure, do what you want to.” However, being a someone’s child, we know what is the children’s duty. Once upon a time, I hope my parents not loving me as much as I thought. Now I am grown-up, and one day I will have another family filling the rest of my life and do the same thing as my parents did. When we were born, we carry the same faith. While I was leaving my home, my heart was getting more closer to my family. Yes, I am sure of it. 

Few minutes ago, I was chatting with my mum online, bugging her conversation with my uncle on the phone after taking a shower. I feel as if I was at home, and wasn’t living in the country that thousands miles away from home.