When I brush my teeth...

Before I go to bed,
and I remember when my dad gave me the card and cd just before I took off to go to Seattle last August.
He never did such thing before, when I leave for Beijing or Shanghai.

This time he knew that it will be forever.
That it is for sure that I will live far from him, forever.

And it make me sad, and make me miss them so much.

I have to make money, enough to buy tickets for me or them, whenever we want to see each other.
And to support them if they decided to move out and live with us.

I just have to.

I miss them....
so much.