When I was young, I prided in that I never missed anyone or anything. I was strong in my eyes. I could be abroad for long time but I would not miss home. I could break up friendship but I’d not miss that person. A time of my life would end like school days, but I’d not miss those days. As time passes families leave for another house, abroad or heaven but I’d not miss them.
But now nearing my forties, I am beginning to experience missing, more and more.
