I miss My Pogi. I'm excited to go back to now what I called my second home. But I'm half-hearted, of course.
Seeing my parents in their old state now, living on their own breaks my heart. But I've already asked them to live with me in Australia, and they refuse to. I couldn't blame them, with their friends and our relatives around them, they feel more alive and younger. Also, with their activities in the community, sure do they are busy.
And they need not to worry for me more than before, they knew someone is taking care of me.
|A little despedida lunch|