I think of home, and I’d remember the moist warm rays emitted by the sun.
As my sweat slowly pours from my hair, I waved at the man who would take me somewhere to meet the reason which made me come back. I reached for the handle as I sit, looking at how the place have changed in a span of years. After a while, he stopped the engine; then I opened the door ready to run in the arms of the people I haven’t seen in a long time. They didn’t know I was there because of them, but I am glad to have them beside me again.