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A long way home...................




4:00 am and I was already at the bus station waiting for the next route. It was raining hard and my hands were almost numb. For the next 30 minutes the bus finally departed. I was sitting next to the driver, which I like most because I can clearly hear the music playing on the car stereo. It's what I like about travelling, the music on the bus. I felt comfortable and cold but I didn't mind it. I quickly fell asleep.

When I woke up, it was already sunny at the northern part of my town. I'm almost home.

The bus stopped at the terminal and I saw familiar faces. The store owner who greeted me every time I went home, the sales girl at the bakeshop, the drivers, the people at the local restaurant, all of them, who greeted with a smile, a sweet smile that can lighten up someone's heart. For me it is the best place in the world, as they say home is where the heart is. The people I knew since I was a kid. Good old fellows.

At home, I spent all my time chatting with my siblings, playing with my little nephew and cooking. It may be a long day, as always, but it's worth it. It is a tedious work but I never felt tired the whole time I'm with my family. I made sure that every time I'm with them, it'll be fun, it's like having a celebration everyday. An amazing camaraderie. But my vacation is only for two days, it wasn't enough, because for the next two days I'll be on my way again to the city. Of course we'll find diversions there, perhaps the longing to be with our family will be erased, for a moment. Yes, only for a moment because being happy without our family is transitory.

I'm alone in my pad and I'm counting the days till I can go home again. Until next time................