Being Home

To sit at my piano and play the keys
To hear the sound of the tv
To hear my sister strumming her guitar
To see my mom wanting to see her favourite series
To know that my aunty is sleeping early
To see my grandma trying to exercise
To know that my kakak is sleeping soundly
All these are but a part of being home.

You rarely look at what you actually see

The ones we love sometimes we never take notice

Of how they do the things they do

The way they anticipate their favourite show

Or how they hog onto the computer

How they're discipline in they're own way

Or even how they sleep at night.

Going to college

Is like taking a step back

Or more like taking a step out

Zooming in on each family member

Making it clearer of what has

Always been in front of our eyes

Seeing the beauty in the littlest things

Like how my mom is putting so much effort in her work

She doesn't even want a day off

But we gotta stop her for even God rested. =)

Or how my sister spends so much time on the computer

With guitar in hand, never resting til she gets the music right

She not only has talent, but she also has passion.

How my aunt leads people so selflessly

Putting others in front of herself

Never complaining just simply loving.

Even the way my grandma holds herself

Despite being blind she never sighs

Doing things and praying even better than some of us.

And how my kakak has been a huge part of our lives

Cooking and cleaning,loving and caring

Especially when grandpa was still here.

As for grandpa, I still miss him so

His gentle spirit and kind heart

Will be something I'll learn to follow.

I should be saying all of these before I leave

But somehow its only a few hours and I'm already learning

Seeing things that before I've never seen

And reliving the memories of what's truly family

I'll savour the moment

And cherish every second

For what God has given me

Home

Where each one lives for the other

And everyone lives for God

I'm so grateful for

Being home.