"Mom, look at the aunt who was sitting at the station watching the bus passing by one by one, so pitiful. Can she find her way home?" A child was shouting at her mother. I have heard of similar words many times in the past few days, on the chairs in the park, at the entrance of t

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"Mom, look at the aunt who was sitting at the station watching the bus passing by one by one, so pitiful. Can she find her way home?" A child was shouting at her mother. I have heard of similar words many times in the past few days, on the chairs in the park, at the entrance of the school, at a stall selling food...

These are the places I am most familiar with, and things have changed.

I want to find myself, and miss the person I want to miss.

There is a place hidden in everyone's heart. No matter how time passes, no matter how time goes by, I will never forget it. This place is called hometown.

But later, this place became a place I could never go back to.

After graduating from university, I left my hometown to work. Get married and have children at work and have a new home. Hometown has become a destination for vacation.

My father and mother took me home as a big deal, prepared what I like in advance, and did not fill my trunk when I left, and felt that I was not responsible.

Later, my father and mother were old and could not prepare what I like for me. They were looking forward to me going home, just wanting to tell me about my childhood embarrassing things.

Maybe they can deceive themselves only when they think that I am a child, they are still young.

Later, my parents were so old that they needed someone to take care of me. I wanted to take my parents to take care of me regardless of my life.

I spent all my savings and bought a small house in my city, one bedroom and one living room, leaving it for my parents to support my parents.

I also want to fulfill my responsibility as a daughter.

But I have nothing to say when my parents say that falling leaves return to their roots.

My parents are taking care of me by my brother and sister-in-law. I am not worried that they will not be full or warm in food, I am only worried that I will lose them suddenly.

The last thing my father said to me was, "No matter when, no matter what happens, don't have conflicts with my brother because of something that is not worth it."

I agreed, and my brother and I did it, but the home without a father and mother is different from before.

When my brother and sister-in-law delayed their own affairs because I went home, I knew I should go home less and I caused them trouble.

My brother’s child and I grew up, my brother’s child got married, and my brother became like his former parents, with his own concerns.

I really can't go back to the place where I grew up together, the home called my hometown.

I retired and always want to go back to my hometown and take a look.

I kept it from everyone and said that I was going out for a trip and secretly returned to my hometown.

In front of the stop sign of Bus No. 6, I watched the cars pass by me one by one. I remembered that my parents held my hand and took the bus to take me home.

I have looked at the stop sign of the sixth bus countless times, but the terminal station is still the direction of my home, and there is no change. But I knew in my heart that even if I got in the car, I wouldn't be able to go home.

Even if I go home again, I am no longer me.

I couldn't help but burst into tears when I thought of those pasts. Maybe it was the child and her mother who hadn't waited for the car they wanted to take. When they saw me crying, they couldn't help asking her mother.

"Mom, that aunt was crying. Can't she find her way home?"

The child's words made me feel even more uncomfortable. It's not that I can't find my way home anymore, I have no home anymore.

Later I was looking for my memories in this city.

I went to the park where my parents took me to, I went to the school where they picked me up to school and got off, I went to the roadside stall where they took me to eat with me...

Many places have changed, and I can't find the familiar feeling I used to be. In front of a rice noodle stall I once liked the most, I seemed to smell a slight smell from the past.

When I was full of joy and shouting "Come a bowl", I mixed my hometown dialect with accents from other places, which made me have to admit that even in my hometown, I am already a foreigner.

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