Missing home...

I've been so far off home for a while now.
I haven't been home for such a long time.
I wonder what had happened back home.
It's been a while since I last tasted a proper family meal.
I haven't ate a proper home cooked meal for such a long time.
Fried wantons, my mom's specially made Potatoes with soy sauce.
I kinda wonder how it'd taste like now.
Things had gone wrong in the past few months.
Mom's got a stroke, which scared me to hell.
I still remember that day where I was sleeping on the chair in front of my PC.
My bro woke me up and told me mom couldn't walk.
I didn't know what happened until she was admitted to the hospital.
My dad didn't came until the evening, even though we called him many times.
But that's a long while ago.
She's better now.
But I was wondering. What have I done in this whole year?
Had I been wasting a lot of time and money?
Shouldn't I be studying instead of failing almost every subject?
I guess, it's time for a change.
I miss home.
I miss my family.
I miss being at home.
Having that familiar feeling.
It's all different when I'm staying outside.
I'm looking forward to go back as soon as possible.
It's all I want now.
Going back home.
Walking down the streets which I'm familiar with.