I closed my eyes and asked God, “Where is Home? God, tell me where is ‘home.’ ”
I focus on the word.
Home. Home. Home.
Everything is pitched back, but I look down and see what is in my hand: My Huynh Trưởng Khăn. I stare at it until another hand covers it. I looked up and see someone I admire since long ago. He begins to walk away and says, “Let’s go.” “Where?” I ask as I try to keep up with him. “Home,” he answers.
And then I opened my eyes.
Reading through all of your posts, there’s something special with how you write. Through little words you are able to express so much, and its pretty amazing. Looking forward to reading more in the future :).
Thank you! I’m really happy to find other HTs who blog. We can all support each other! I love reading your posts as well! 😀