All gone...all gone...

Yes today Milo's parents went back. I'll miss them. Milo's probably thinking about them right now. I can totally feel her sadness and longing. I understand that she wants them to stay. Unfortunately we can't always have our way.
How nice it was to have a real family to come home to.
How nice to have parents to fuss over you.
How nice to have a mom to cook, clean and look after you.
How nice to have a dad fix and handle things around the house.
How nice to sit down at the dinner table every night and have a simple home-cooked meal together.

And yet, I would look forward to having the house to myself once more. I would enjoy not having someone to nag at me. I would love being able to do my things without having to worry if my parents were bored or not. I think I'm addicted to my independence. I would want things this way even when I go back. I would want my parents to knock on my door before entering. I want to wake up whenever I want and eat whenever I feel like it. I want to go out without reporting and asking for permission beforehand. I don't know if things will work out this way but I can say that I have thought of moving out when I go back to S'pore. I have thought of renting a room for myself just so I can have my freedom. I will not do it though. As much as parents can be annoying, I don't want to break their hearts by telling them I don't wish to stay with them; that I would rather stay with a bunch of strangers. No, as much as I would relish my independence, I treasure their feelings more.