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I try to make my parents proud, but the distance between us is a heavy shroud. I can't answer Mom's video call, or reply to Dad's message, I feel so small.
Away from home, I roam the world,
A lonely traveller, with dreams unfurled.
I miss the taste of mom’s home-cooked meals,
And dad’s scoldings, that once made me feel.
The nights are long, and the days are tough,
I work and study, but never enough.
I come back home, with no energy to spare,
Sleeping hungry, or eating leftovers, I don’t dare.
I try to make my parents proud,
But the distance between us is a heavy shroud.
I can’t answer Mom’s video call,
Or reply to Dad’s message, I feel so small.
Why is adulthood so difficult to bear,
Why can’t we go back, to a fair time?
When Sundays were for playing with Dad,
And Mom’s food, made us feel so glad.
I miss those days, with all my heart,
When life was simple, we played our part.
But now I must keep moving on,
And hope that someday, I’ll be back where I belong.
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