Having someone at home, waiting for your, return that's, a blessing in itself all right! Translated…
The cherry tree in the front lawn I'd had, for, a couple of years now, I'd thought at a time, that it was going to, die, and yet, this year, there were, the bundles of pink flowers from the stems, and although the season of bloom wasn't that long, the surprise stayed in my mind for long. And, the country almond inside, was from the memories of my, childhood, with the years and the seasons that changed, the tree would go through its, growth, cycles, budding, growing strong, to withering away and dying out, the fresh green, to bright green, to brown and yellow. As I'd begun living in this place, I was only an elementary student, she was still just, a sapling; and more than a decade since I'd gone north to study and to work, and returned, she'd become, pretty, tall, with the tangled up roots, interweaving underground in my front lawn.
I'd taken the bus, then walked home in the middle school years, and ridden my bicycle to and from school in my high school years, rung the doorbell, heard my mother hollering loud, "who is it?"", then I'd responded, "I'm home!", and naturally, there'd been the complex emotions, for instance, I'd gotten into fights with my classmates, and felt upset, and cried my eyes to red, and worried that my families might inquire, I'd, wiped away my tears, and, put on that, smile; or, I'd, bombed my sectional exams, my body started tensing up as I approached my own front door, and didn't dare to ring the bell. But eventually, I'd, gone inside, because, my home was, my, shelter.
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We'd had the new doorbell replaced, the brass plate, also came, later, as the years came and went, things would, stop, working eventually, but that light that waited up for us to come home, was still, the same, made by my, father, while the supersized mailbox that could fit the biggest magazine then, "Times Weekly", is also, sturdy as it, ever, was.
My three recoveries after birth, I'd come home to, stay, my husband would drive to Daling to work, and after work, he'd, come to my parents' home to stay with me. And, every morn, I'd, waved goodbye to him. In a blink of an eye, my eldest child is entering, high school, and I'd still, taken the children home, and, soon as the kids entered through the door, they'd, hollered loudly, "I'm home!"
"I'm home", I'm home. And, the, biggest blessing of all of this, is having someone on the inside, waiting for my, return.
So, this is on, still having a home, to return to, because your parents are still well, and, the home you grew up in is still, intact. And, it is, nice to come home on the weekends, and enter through the front door, calling out loud, "I'm HOME!"
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