the whole sky

As it was the last day I have here for this time, I want to rewrite my way back home, and savor every moment we past through together. Papa, that evening, on my last day there, you picked me up from a friend's house. In that peaceful and lovely evening, I sat on the backseat of the cycle you ride. At that time, I already thought, that our way back home is gonna be tough. I almost say I love you, but afraid that you gonna mock me. I don't want the love I almost never speak up being returned with your typical joke, though I love every single joke you throw every time we sit together as the whole family. So we talked about the things we've wanted to have but you feel troubled because of Mommy's worry. I remembered I reassured you that I could have myself without that thing. That time, the moon was shining so bright. I almost think that the moon was needed to eavesdropping to our talk because she got jealous at every loving tune we speak off. Just around that ...