Got up at 7am this morning. While it felt comfortable on a warm bed under a thick comforter, the atmosphere seems very different.
Empty. Tua Yee's voice will normally echo off the walls in the morning as she wakes us up for the new "challenges". Xuefeng's sniffing can be heard in the bedroom while I have my breakfast with BBC. Now, I am just having cereals in front of the computer writing this blog while Xueyan lies "concussed" in the next room.
Can't believe the impact the two had on me during this short two weeks. Perhaps I am sentimental. Or I just miss home too much.
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