I’m Comming Back, Xi’an
Only several hours left before my leaving home to Xi’an. This time, things are quite different. My dad sent me to the bus station. He drove me there. On the way to the station, he asked me to have a look at my hometown. Thus, we drove around the centre squre slowly and talked to each other. I’ve never found the way to the station so short, as if our talk is endless. Or maybe our talk is indeed endlesss.
I bought the ticket at the book hall to get to the train station. My dad came to me to send the comb I left on his car. And my little sister followed him too. I said to her “remember to write to me.” She seemed about to burst into tears, so was my dad. I turned my face. And said goodbye to them.
When I was sitting on the bus, he waved to me in the waiting hall. The glass windows prevents his words. I couldn’t hold myself anymore. Tears ran down my cheeks. I hide it to make sure he could see. He left after I give him a sign…
I cried all the way to the station. I find this time things are totally different. I find myself no longer confused and aimless. I will do my best this term and the terms after. I want to give respect and love to my dad by taking action.
