Bone- and heart-weary, tears threatening to roll out uncontrollably, I took a deep breath, closed my eyes and imagined I was back home; the thick humid heat, how my T-shirt sticks to my back, the high-rise buildings, the green trees & grass, eating my mum's home-cooked food with her in our four-room flat's kitchen, speaking to my sister, sitting in the living room with dad watching tv together.
I tuned in to the radio from home, listening to the familiar Singaporean accent of the radio DJs.
I miss home...
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