Worried.

Home, there's a place called home.
Where is it? If it does exist, then it's in our heart.

This 4th semester of mine in Inti is passing so fast.
It's October already.
For this semester, I go home quite frequently, like EVERY WEEK.

I am leaving soon, I want to go home more frequently.
To catch up with my family and friends.
To be precise, to spend more time with mom and dad.
Both of them are sick, and I don't know what can I do to make them feel better.
You will probably be shocked if you were to see their medicine box.

Dad has to eat different pills per day; morning-pill A&B, afternoon-pill C&D, night-pill E.
Mom has lost her appetite, everything is tasteless for her.
Everytime I go back, Mom will complain about her backache.
Dad seldom talk about his illness, but you can tell from his face.


They taught me not to give up, so I shouldn't.
Keep moving, don't stop.