It’s already been four days since I came back to Paris. The weather is not any cooler than in Hong Kong: 37 degrees! I remember at the end of my first summer holiday in Hong Kong five years ago, it was incredibly difficult to say goodbye to my family at the airport. This time, it was hard, but not too bad. We all felt the slight sorrow and sadness, but no tears this time. I was smiling while waving goodbye to my parents after I passed through the security control and the famous “E-way” reserved for Hong Kong residents.
The night before my departure, Grandma would always prepare a nice dinner with my favorite Chinese dishes. My aunt (sister of Ann) would join us and wish me good luck for the year to come. However, this time, my Dad cooked. Grandma was feeling sick and it would be too tiring for her to prepare so many different dishes. Daddy’s cooking was good but I still miss Grandma’s. And the sad thing is, I don’t know whether I’d still have the chance to taste her dishes again. We never know…….
Grandma was taking anti-biotics that week and was going through most of the side effects from that medicine. Oh! How scary! I looked up on the internet the side effects and precautions of those medicines and it was really heart-aching for me.
So now, I am on my own again. I realize that taking care of myself is not that easy, there’s actually so much to do! It feels strange to be back here again. Around me everything is immobile, so quiet and calm, while the inside of me is so agitated and never relaxed. Why would that be?