It's been one year and one month since I left home and came back with my family. Last two weeks ago I went back to my old home to collect the rest of my clothes and undergarment, before they were being trashed out. I spent a lot of my money on clothes so my clothes were of great value to me and so were my undergarments. My Mom was with me and we bought ORANGES worth of ten dollars to give as an offering. I saw my two boys came home from school and gave them both a hug. My eldest son says he loves the food there and his hands are clean. My younger son says he's still shy in morning school but he's doing real fine.
I also managed to visit my BEST FRIEND before I left for home. My mom had to wait outside the gate for one hour because my mother-in-law went "SHOPPING" with her daughter. After I visited my BEST FRIEND, I managed to walk back to where my Mom was waiting outside the gate and we went for some HIGH TEA. I paid coffee for my Mom and me.
When we reached my old house a second time, my in-laws were already back. We talked rubbish, nonsense and bitter accusations. Then my two sons came home and I went to pack my clothes to be taken away. I asked for a plastic bag and put a whole lot of my precious belongings to take home. After saying GOODBYE to my two sons, Mom and I left for home. I might just come back for more TRASH but I am glad that my stuff mostly clothes had not been thrown away. They mean a lot to me these days....
So I visited my two sons and I said GOODBYE I think the third time. HOME SWEET HOME.
