Monday, November 23, 2009

I'll be home for Christmas

Hanging

Yes, yes, it's probably too early for this, but I suddenly got giddy after calling my father minutes ago. He was alone in the house, lulling himself to sleep, waiting for my mother who still had patients in the clinic. I told him of the incoming exam, the choir contest, and the usual drink-your-milk matters.*

"You're really enjoying it there, huh?" he asked.

"Very much," I said, "but it gets the better of me sometimes."

"Don't worry; it won't be too long become you come home for Christmas."

What can I say? Can't wait.

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