Young Se Kim

Missing Home  

I miss my hometown. ... I miss the sight of small white cherry blossoms flying into the sky in spring, and the scent of green tea that fills my friend's rea room. I miss the sound of chatting with my best friends and walking down the pavement strewn with fallen petals. I long to visit my hometown when all kinds of flowers are blooming and warm air fills my place. That is the April of my hometown.