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It has been a year since I left home to this campus. For me, everything here is still strange and new. When I came home from high school, I was used to be greeted with a warm hug from my mum, followed by my twin brothers’ funny questions about the trees, the sky, the telephones and any sort that they could think of in the whole wide world. Now, I am greeted by icy cold glances from the passing students or a mere nod from my roommates. Surprisingly, I began to miss my family that I had hated so much. After a year of loneliness, the hatred in me had subsided and turned into longing. I longed for the sight of the twins laughing at themselves. I longed for my mum’s nagging, and I longed to see them again.
Living in the campus, a tight schedule suffocates me wherever I go; mountains of thesis burdens me and thick books will lay beside my food whenever I go to the cafeteria. A long, forgotten voice had slowly emerged in me: Mum, I love you.
I was unsure of when or how, but somehow I feel as if I have fallen asleep. It soon becomes unclear what is real and what is imagination. Amidst the cool September breeze, the course of my fate quietly flows like a river, struggling and unchanging. As I open my tear-swept eyes, I find a pale dawn awakening alongside me. It is the same dawn that has followed me all my life. Except that this morning, the halo of light somehow feels nearer and warmer than I has ever felt before. My family sits beside me, as if they too have been here with me all along. I awake from a seemingly vague dream, formed by hopes and desires, and there was me lying at the balcony, with books and papers around me, my body buried in their blurring words…
It has been a year since I left home to this campus. For me, everything here is still strange and new. When I came home from high school, I was used to be greeted with a warm hug from my mum, followed by my twin brothers’ funny questions about the trees, the sky, the telephones and any sort that they could think of in the whole wide world. Now, I am greeted by icy cold glances from the passing students or a mere nod from my roommates. Surprisingly, I began to miss my family that I had hated so much. After a year of loneliness, the hatred in me had subsided and turned into longing. I longed for the sight of the twins laughing at themselves. I longed for my mum’s nagging, and I longed to see them again.
Living in the campus, a tight schedule suffocates me wherever I go; mountains of thesis burdens me and thick books will lay beside my food whenever I go to the cafeteria. A long, forgotten voice had slowly emerged in me: Mum, I love you.
I was unsure of when or how, but somehow I feel as if I have fallen asleep. It soon becomes unclear what is real and what is imagination. Amidst the cool September breeze, the course of my fate quietly flows like a river, struggling and unchanging. As I open my tear-swept eyes, I find a pale dawn awakening alongside me. It is the same dawn that has followed me all my life. Except that this morning, the halo of light somehow feels nearer and warmer than I has ever felt before. My family sits beside me, as if they too have been here with me all along. I awake from a seemingly vague dream, formed by hopes and desires, and there was me lying at the balcony, with books and papers around me, my body buried in their blurring words…