From home to home

Am now back in the Provincial house after a two week holiday at home. As I stood waiting for the bus at Erragadda bus stop, I finally said to myself, 'I did lay round like a log at home, this time!'. I had been avoiding to accept this fact since quite a few days. I was also tempted to tell Mummy this a couple of days ago... but never managed to gather enough guts to speak it out. Somehow the dam broke as I alighted from the bike at the bus stop. Papa had come to drop me and after I sought his blessing he said something at which I just cried! As far as I remember, this is the first time, ever that I cried when leaving home.