After all, I'm just a child...

Suddenly,

the image of a little house under the burning sun,

the smell of children's sweats running home from school,

the booming sound of radio from the house next door,

the texture of the wooden couch in the living room,

the taste of homemade ice cream,

dancing in my head

Tears are wetting the pillow,

I bite my lips hard,

to hold the sob,

to be strong...

I miss home...

-Little E-