"Milan, don't forget my bag," I yell out as I walk away from my childhood home towards the car that waits for departure to the airport.
"I know, I'm coming." I rolled my eyes knowing damn well that Milab is not ready on time, she is stalling and I have a pretty good idea on why she hesitates.
"Omi, here so you're not hungry during the flight." My mother comes walking towards me with a bento box filled either home-cooked foods. I can smell the delicacies wafting through the cracks. My stomach grumbles as it realizes we haven't eaten as of yet. I take the box from my mother's hands and give her a warm hug. I never thought my mother would give me a hug that wasn't forced but now since my life has changed drastically for the better, I am hopeful of the future.
"Please call me when you ar
