It was three months ago before I went home this time. I would never imagine that I leave home for such long time. When I take this job and responsibility, things come one after one. I almost overwhelmed by those things. There are so many things to do in each day. Even my friend can feel that I’m getting busy and I don’t spend as much time as before with them although I try hard to make time for them.
I didn’t go home, even the school had started. Eventually, I got a free weekend so I reserve the train ticket. The day I arrived is my mom’s birthday, and I bought a cake for her. There are tears almost pour out of my eyes when I stood in front of the show case, but I hold it. I think the reason why I felt crying is that going home, buying a cake is the only little thing that I can do for my family. When I arrived home, it’s 11 something.
My families seldom go out because my parents are always busy for the job. But, this time they decide to bring me to the most beautiful train station and the best view of school. It’s not so far from home. It just takes 20 minutes.
There a small platform aside the track. Seeing out away from the platform is the vast and boundless Pacific Ocean. Across the tracks, there is a school which is made by Japanese. Beside the school there is a police office of Japanese. It’s a shame that both of them are discarded because the population of village has been descended.
It’s a great inspiration and encouragement for my mind. The landscape lessens the pressure. It’s a supplement for me. Electrifying myself so that I can come back and work.
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Although it is a small cake, it is very significant.
回覆刪除Brenda Chou