Dear mother, father, sister, relatives, friends. I do not know how many of you there are left in this world, all I know is that I am still here.
At least I think I still am, I miss home, the fields, the lakes, the quite mornings when you can smell the morning dew. I miss making plans with my friends for where we will go for vacation. Oh how I miss it.
This morning I heard the birds singing as I woke up, I realized it was not the same as home. Different settings make different experiences. Oh how I miss home.
How are you doing at home? Did father remember to cut the apple trees before they sprouted this year? Could you plant this years flowers even tho your shoulder have started hurting more mother? How is my sister son doing, have he started walking yet or is he still crawling?
Oh how I miss home.
For a while a song lyric have been stuck in my head.
"Put a candle in the window
'Cause I feel I've got to move
Though I'm going, going
I'll be coming home soon
Long as I can see the light"
-Creedence Clearwater Revival
And I feel as long I keep moving towards the light then one day I will return home.
Maybe just in time for dinner.