Whenever she felt homesick, she thought of her. That's an interesting question, I thought to myself. I asked her how long I could stay for Christmas. She replied happily, as long as you want. F orget exotic holidays and other tropical escapades I've been dreaming lately.
Home is where the heart is.
At this moment, it's certainly not here. I will fly to see my mom with a suitcase containing the different cotton cloths I've collected over the years. We will cut and sew clothes for the summer. We will cook and bake. Everytime I received a letter from my mother, just seeing her handwriting on the envelope made me cry.