“I’ll miss you, little home,” I said, and tears started rolling down my cheeks. We were about to step out of Little Nest for the last time when I was struck by this emotional outburst. The pad looked so barren and different with our personal items removed, as though it was shed of its personality—and by extension, ours. Mr;p gave me a hug and tried to soothe the tears.
On the plane, I said, “I can feel the home sobbing silently.” And my eyes watered, again.
Since when did I become such a crybaby?
Of course you are not a baby. You have part of your root here, the feeling is very natural. Hugs… Muang Thai jak khit thung xin le Par muen duey.