Homesick

The last time I went home was on the Moon Festival. It’s been almost a month that I haven’t gone home. I miss my family very much. I’ve been missing them all the time during these days, especially my parents called me. They always asked my current situation, cared my health problem, asked me to study harder to pass the TOEIC, early to bed early to rise…and so on. Every time when I heard their tender solicitude, I always want to cry. Moreover, I wish I could go home immediately. Only when I live outside and stay far away from my home did I realize the importance of home and my caring family. Now I am going home this weekend. I am so glad and expect as if I were in Heaven. I wish someone could understand my feeling.