If anyone could possibly imagine just how much I wanted to be home. The want to face today with an unfamiliar excitement, wearing kebaya and being the sister. Instead, this is just another Sunday for me. Walking around, taking the wrong bus, getting lost in some town.

I guess I should say congratulations. But it hurts like hell, the way things happen and I’m not there. And I wonder, when it’s time, if I’d see a man or a boy. Or a brother, as always, as if nothing ever changed since the days we were fighting over a remote control.

For too long I was out on my own
Everyday I spent trying to prove I could make it alone
It was fun hanging onto the moon, heading into the sun
But it's been too long
Now I want to come home

(Paul McCartney – Come Home)