| �Home,� sometimes I feel it is so close to me and sometimes it is so far from me. In China, we have a big festival named, �Full Moon Festival�. All relatives get together on that day. No matter where they are, they try to make it happen. For adults, it is the time to develop and enjoy the relationship with their family. For kids, it is the time to play with their cousins and have that delicious dessert, moon cakes, which are only served on this festival. Today is the Full Moon Day. I am on the road to Cape Cod with my boyfriend. It is a beautiful and quite Friday night. I look out of the window and see the full moon hang at end of the sky; I feel I reached home. We opened sunroof. Fresh air came into the car, into my mind. I feel back home. Same night, I hid under the grape tree in my grandmother�s back yard and played hide and seek with my cousins. The moon was full, not half, not like a sickle. It was full like volleyball, like my grandma�s face, like a moon cake. I remember I asked my grandma, why we only could have moon cakes once a year, my grandma said, �If you can have it any time you want, you would not know how treasury it is. It would make you more cherish about it this way. Everything is same like this.� Yes, I feel it now, grandma. After I left my home, I know how treasury it is for me�I see one star appeared. I turn my head back into the car. There is a Chinese music floating into my ear, �Because love you, so I leave you, I don�t want to be drowned in your love. Because love you, so I miss you, I couldn�t stop thinking of you.� It was the same song, when I was in airport, when I first time to left my home to America. I remember my whole family accompanied me to the airport. That was a memory beyond words. I feel excited to go to a completely new environment. But at the same time, I feel sad for having to leave my home. I saw my mother�s eyes were shimmering when I had to leave. She released my hands and tenderly said, �Rong, be good, and we are always here for you.� My brother patted my shoulder and said, �Don�t forget your home, write letters to us.� My farther didn�t say anything. He only gave me a confident smile. My sister-in-law said, �Don�t forget to call back home, when you arrived there.� Then, she started sob. I had to escape; I did not want them to see my tears. I ran into entrance. I was scared to turn back my head. I heard the weeping behind me. I knew that was from my mom. That night, the moon was so empty and cool. I turn my head to the moon again. I see more stars appeared. They are twinkling, like the eyes. Each one loaded a beautiful story there. Oh, I see one star is moving. It is not a star. It is an airplane. Maybe it is flying to China I wondered. I hope I could be there. Anyway, there are some of the people backs home. I gaze at it, imaged I am in there and back to home. The airplane disappeared, but I still gaze at that direction. My tears are falling down. I feel I lose my home, again. �Here we are.� My boyfriend said. This is his friend�s beach house. The house is cozy and warm. Bing said, during the day, from bedroom�s window we could see the sea. It is so blue and wide. Yes, I smelled and heard it already. This is everybody�s dream home. When I am sitting in the living room and watching TV, Bing came in with a calling card in his hand. �Call them, they will be happy to hear from you.� I am back to living room after called my family. I sit on the floor with Bing�s arm around me. I have hot tea and moon cakes in front of me. I feel I touched home. Oh, home sweet home. |
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