"Mummy, can I go back home this week since I will be having Deepavali holiday on Thursday and Friday? I miss home," it was when they brought me out for lunch the other day.
I have so many stories to tell my family, especially the momma who, I think, has been so worried of me throughout the month. Momma hadn't seen my score report of the first term until yesterday; I hadn't officially told them everything I had been through in Ipoh, including our craziness of walking to Ipoh Parade from where we stayed; I hadn't told them about Mona; I hadn't complained about a perverted-looking security guard who I started feeling so damn uncomfortable with since Tuesday; I hadn't told them that Farah was sent to a hospital that day by her brothers due to some problem; I hadn't told them about the odd happening in Farah's place; there're still so many happenings that I might have told them, or are still awaiting to be told. For your information, it's always my habit to detail everything to my family. I wonder if I'm bothering them or they're pretty willing to listen to all the stories. :P
However, I know so clearly that no matter how long I spend on story-telling, the topics would never end with a full stop. It would always be brought up again and again after a while.
When I was talking to the Badman on the phone just now, I told him how much I missed my family throughout the month being locked in the campus due to the overloaded things and stuffs, with tears rolling in my eyes. At the moment when I stopped talking, tears rolled down my cheek. It's not that I wasn't able to be independent but, I guess everyone would as well do the similar thing that I did when they're in this kind of trouble.
Truth to be told, it's my very first time crying just for the sake of missing the family. :X
P/S: I'm sorry if you think I'm being too perfunctory in this post, because I'm seriously dozing off now.