So i just went back to my home country, Hưng Yên, which is around 60km away from Hanoi. Super quiet and peaceful, brings me down to earth and reminds me i always have my family whenever i feel alone. Being away from home, every week i'll have a day i can't sleep thinking of family. Now that i have the chance to visit my home, i came back on the bike with my bro, visiting my grandparents first. This is the place where my grandparents rest now. Beautiful scenery and very close to home, just a few km away. That big grave in the center, that's my grandpa. He's well respected here in the village. My mom taught me that i need to love people around me so that they will respect me. It's hard to do sometimes, esp your enemies, but it's easier than hating them. :) I went to my grandma's grave as well, next to grandpa, and while praying my tears couldn't stop. I don't know why, i just miss her so much. The time that i'm gone it can't be made up easily, ...