Miss you ..

Thousand miles away , in a far far away land .. when it  rains suddenly … , when the kettle  boils  and aroma of sweet tea is everywhere.. when you run to collect the wet cloth to dry them on

Dear Mommy and bapa…

I don’t remember my first day at school but i have heard the scary stories about it .. the puffy eyes , the running nose ,the constant crying and sobbing of little kids .. BUT , as a matter of strange