Yesterday I travelled back to my country with my mother. As I was exiting the airport, I was looking into the crowd and waiting to see my dad impatient and excited, waving his hands. And suddenly my brother called to tell he was standing on the left exit. Immediately I was brought back to reality. My dad was a very loving and caring father. Even at super early mornings, he would come to the airport to pick me up with no signs of tiredness and sleep, just tons of excitement to see me and get me home. Coming back home has become such a weird experience, it's like I am in this loop of never ending homesickness. Miss him so much

Posted by Kritika17 at 2022-06-05 14:50:20 UTC