I am here, in Saigon with hot sun, dust, I remember home again. I remember about Daklak - my hometown, with mornings and cool evenings, remembering my father hammock hanging under a litchi tree, cool shadows.
Lying on a hammock, forget about the sun at midday, open your eyes and see the small rays of light streaming through the foliage, gently.
A few days ago I came home and the flowers were flowering, waiting for summer months to have fruit. Really want to go home that day. Not only litchi fruit, but also rambutan, durian, mango, avocado, guava, dragon fruit. Too many things to remember about.
Miss my home so much.
