Far Away from Home
Published in
Jan 26, 2024
At the terminal, the final call echoes, “SQ 469, boarding now.”
A flutter of excitement for what lies ahead, a journey anew.
Yet, amidst the hustle, a pang of longing quietly grows.
Nostalgia weaves through my thoughts,
The warmth of my mother’s meals, a comfort lost in time.
Laughter of my father, a sound that now seems so distant.
Arguments with my sister, once a storm, now missed rain.
A reflection on the past, the simplicity of those days.
And there, in the midst of memories, a question lingers.
Why must we leave behind the echoes of youth?
Why does growing up mean letting go of what was once me?
