Paris. Every time I leave my hometown, the faces of the people closest to me always accompany my tears. Not that I don't want to stay, but I have to go. I love them but the world told me to go to another area to be better than the current version. Dad, Mom, Grandma and Grandpa I love you. I will go home as soon as possible after I finish all the tasks and fulfill the homesickness that keeps piling up. My heart is not big, Dad. I'm strong with you, I don't want to be in other people's home. Take me Home. Hopefully for a moment when I go home there will be no more crying, okay? I promise to be a good boy who always listen and do what you say. I love you!