Last night, I had a dream. It was about my grangma and my father. Of course the story is not true, but they were in such a great story that deeply moved me. I woke up and could not sleep. Then I realized how much I missed them.
We are grown-ups, but never grow out of our past.
Mostly times when I wake up at mid-night,I keep searching something with my eyes in dark...
All I can found,just only the cold air comes out from the condition...
welcome my return?