Yesterday was the day that I got terribly home sick to where I actually cried. My sister Kelly (yes I use their real names) video chatted with me when I had 2 hours of observation (free time). She was baby sitting Aaiden. I got to see him, Ham (our hedgehog) & Bandit (our dog) on webcam. I must say it's rather annoying not being able to touch any of them. It's like I can see but can't touch. I wanted nothing more than to hold Aaiden, pet Hammie & kiss Bandit. That's the first thing that made me realize how much I miss home.
When I got home I received a letter. The handwriting where my name & address was written was beautiful. I knew right away it was from my Dad.
Let me tell you a bit about my father first. My Dad is a big 6'2, burley man. Ever see the TV show 'Roseanne'? Yeah, that's my Dad in height & physique. He never told me he loved me until I left for Massachusetts. Mom said that he was in denial for a good 2 weeks before I left. He kept saying how I wasn't going & all that nonsense. Around people he doesn't know he's very quiet but behind closed doors he's the best man I could ever have as a father.
Anyways, that's a bit of my Dad. Like I said, he sent me some mail but it wasn't a letter like I though. My Dad doesn't really do things like that. He's quick & to the point kind of person. I opened the letter & found a brochure about 'planning for your child's college future'. I unfolded it & found $40 with a note that said nothing more than 'Have some fun. Love Dad.' This is the one thing that made me so far miss home the most (& my mom's cooking of course). For a man who shows no emotion, this one thing showed me he cared. I didn't even care that he sent me money, the note did all I could ask for.
I'm now counting down the days till December 17th.
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