when homesickness attacks :/

Because eventually, you'd miss all those little things you thought you wouldn't miss.

Like how I miss my mom waking me up at 5 am everyday, like how I miss my mom forcing me to eat breakfast and telling me how important breakfast is. Like how I miss my little brother knocking on my door and yelling my name. Like how I miss my brother making fun of me. Like how I miss my father telling me to stop going out too often. Like how I miss going to my grandma's house when there's nothing to eat at home. Like how miss every dead plant my father tried to grow. Like how I miss our small fishless pond or our mango tree and our not so green grass and how my mom and I would water the grass together every sunday right after we wash my motorcycle. Like how I miss seeing my brothers fight. Like how I miss fighting with my brother because he always annoys the shit out of me. Always. And right now, I would pay him money just to annoy me. That's just how much I miss him and his annoying voice.

And all those things are what I miss the most right now. All those things I thought I wouldn't miss when I'm gone turn out out to be the things I miss the most.

And I guess missing home makes me learn how to appreciate my family more. Missing home makes me learn that no matter how far I get in life, home will always be a place to come back to.