i want.home

The clock struck half pass 7.

I sat on the bus.

With the groceries I bought and a new bag yt passed to me,

From mom.

The bus moved along the quiet street.

Looking at my own reflection through the window.

Sighed.

I open my new bag impatiently.

There they were.

Some urgent stuff from home.

Lying neatly in their position.

Each and everyone.

From jeans to long jone to a t-shirt.

Colour pencils to A4 papers.

And a file.

I opened the file.

Some pictures with hy,su,yy,ano and friends,

And a letter.

From home.

Mom.

I tried to keep it after I reached home.

I'm afraid that I'll be in tears.

With the strangers on the bus.

And 2 bags plus 2 grocery bags.

My urge whispered by my ear.

Softly

And gently.

That everything will be alright.

I unfolded the letter.

Read every single words on it.

Happily as always.

It's from home.

Stars were twinkling.

I met some friends on my way back.

I placed the groceries in the right places.

And unpacked my bags.

I found a glue,vitamin C,water bottle and 3 plug keys in another pocket.

I opened the colour pencil box.

12 colour pencils.

All sharpened.

The letter is kept with the first letter mom wrote and the card from yy.

I was amazed by my mom.

Her attentive and caring nature.

What mothers will have.

Stomach grumbling.

I kept the letters.

Switched off the lights.

And cast at the drawer before I walked to the kitchen.