Usually I will lie on bed for some time, think about things making me confused and daydream. When I was a kid, I also liked sleeping late. I have to say my parents are not tough ones and they spoil me a little. When I woke up, usually I would call for my mom to get to know whether there was anybody home. "Mom...Mom..." If mom was at home, she would show up and answer me. Later, I chose to study at a faraway university, because I thought the university's landscape was beautiful and it would be great to live independently. The first part proved to be right while the latter part proved to be not that right. I missed my parents. When I took vacations at home, I still called for my mom when I woke up. As before, my mom would show up and answer me if she was at home. However, my feeling was quite different. The purpose of my call was not to check if anybody home. Instead I expected the joy of getting my parents' answer. Pure joy of getting an answer. The feeling was great. Happiness is simple...
Later I had a boyfriend. As I woke up, I also called his name. Before that call, I am sure I was waken for several times, because he believes that breakfast is important...Usually he would answer me and come in to drag the lazy person up. The answer was also sweet. Nevertheless, it was also very precious, since we lived in different cities...
Now I live in a different country by myself. Nobody will answer me when I wake up. And of course, I will not call at all now...This morning I missed the answer so much that I felt pretty bad. Maybe it is the pain of growing up and being an adult...
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