the sweet smell of my mothers cooking and how I will seat down at the lap of my dad, am grown up but I am my dads fav, and I will pull his moustache and then I will go and walk at backyard where i plant a beuatiful tree (paper tree) and tend at the flowers there, yes it is a tropical country and flowers are starting to bloom, i miss home, I miss the hugs of my parents
the dirt road my 2 cousins and I would walk up every saturday, took all day...with wagons loaded with glass soda pop bottles to take in and exchange at the small market for 1 six pack of full bottles for each of us..
Nothing! I live three miles from my parents' home and see my mom about once a week, on average, and I never leave my current home for any amount of time without taking the family with me (including the four-legged one).
During my "walk-through" when we were in the process of purchasing our home, I fell down an outdoor stairway made of fifty railroad ties, landed on my back, bruised my spine so badly I couldn't walk for four months. Of coarse life continued on and the home we were selling was sold and our new home passed escrow and I had been staying with my in-laws while I couldn't walk. What I missed was saying good bye to my old home. I left to go to the final walk-through to my new home, but never got to packup my old home or see it one last time, memories of where I brought my babies home from the hospital, the staircase where my husband proposed before the walls were ever built, and where we could watch the fireworks each night from a nearby amusement park...all gone at the blink of an eye!
What I miss the most is speaking my own language and the ease and comfort that goes with knowing you can relax and understand and converse without any amount of difficulty. I also miss my sisters whom are like my best friends.