.............in rainy days



While I am writing, it’s raining. It’s pretty cold and I’m also cold. I am not only cold because of rain, but I am also lonely. I can hear from sound of rain in my heart and I can’t cry. If I can, It will be much more pleasant. Now, I am homesick.
One day, one week, one month and two months go by. I have lived far from home for two months. I have studied the AUW for two months. According to you, two months is a short time. But for me, it’s a long time with such a challenge.
Since I came here, everything has been strange and exciting,. I have met many friends from many countries. I have tasted many strange favors of new place from food to people. For me, this is memorable excerpt of my life. Think back! It’s lucky for me to study in a university and I don’t have to worry about hosing, meals as before.
However, sometimes, luckiness can’t mollify my inmost feeling. I have missed my parents, relatives, neighbors, old friends. Frequently, the nostalgia turns out pleasant images in my dreams. When I wake up, drops from somewhere flow on my cheek. In here, the strange delicious food can’t make me forget my country’s favor. I miss the food mom cooked for me, it’s very simple with vegetable and rice. But it contains love of motherhood. I miss my dad’s smile and warm eyesight. My dad is neither handsome nor good looking. But in my heart, dad is the best man in my life. He teaches me many meaningful lessons of life. From his lessons, I realize that human live by heart and I shouldn’t appraise someone from their appearance because value of human being is their heart and mind. Outside is being cold. It would be better if I could be in my mother’s arms or drink a cup of hot tea with father. In the strange land, every evening is every quiet period. Maybe, in this time, my family are getting together and talking something funny. I wonder if happiness is only felt when we break away from it.
It is colder and colder; but the warm memories come to me more and more. But I can’t live with the past for good. It’s the time for me to come back the present which is sometimes alike to dream and I need to live with my wish which takes me to Bangladesh country and which takes me to this school. The way I choose is my challenge and sorrow; but it’s also my aspiration. So, I have to live with it. Now, the time is about two months. Comparing with five years I will have been here, it’s nothing. Therefore, I need to be stronger and stronger. This way is my choice and I have to own it. It’s sometimes rainy, but sometimes not like that. However, raining in human heart won’t end, will it?
Oanh ngoc luu
In evening, October 7th, 2010

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