It's the eve of Chinese New Year.
Initially, I, no doubt, was homesick.
My family doesn't really have a big celebration like everyone else. We merely had a simple meal together, once in a blue moon.
How should I express this?
My family is different. I would always look at other families and wish fervently about how nice it would be if we were... normal.
It was chaos, and it will always be.
I wondered if it is the right choice not to go back this year.
But a video call from my brother makes me see another side of things I once perceived as distorted.
Things were still out of shape, but better now.
It is chaos, but still I long for home.
Everyone has their side of story.
This is mine.
