The past Spring Festival

I thought I liked my job more than anything. This past Spring Festival I found that I was mistaken.  When I saw my Papa, Mama, my brothers and sisters, my grandpa, my cousins and my friends, I knew I was home. Home is not only a word, but a warm feeling. Just like a warm blanket your mom put on you when you are sleepy. When I left home and got back to the city where I work, I don't feel very enthusiastic. I know tomorrow is the first day and of course, I will work hard. But I am really homesick.

A sad story.  I hope you feel better soon.