Some days, when I'm driving at dusk, it feels as if I kept on driving, I will eventually get home.
HOME, where my mother will welcome me.
HOME, where our cat will be sleeping all over the couch.
HOME, where my father will be working in the gardens.
HOME, where I smell the sweet aroma of my mother's cooking.
oh how I miss that.
My family has never been big on christmas. But I do miss my family a lot at this time of the year.
When everyone is full of smiles, thinking of their own family.
The gifts, the foods, the decorations.
It's not just about the day, but the built up to the day is what I miss the most.
Mum, I want to come home.
