Because of the approaching of AAPA, so I worked till late last night and didn't join the camp of our church which I have signed up previously. But Wesley did join the camp. So last night was the first time for me to be “home alone” since our marriage, for the whole night. (Usually it was “home alone” for Wesley, when I'm away for duty travel.)
The feeling is so strange. It really doesn't feel like home when Wesley is not there: the flat looks the same and the furniture is the same, of course, it just doesn't feel right.
Wesley, be home soon!
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