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He sat on a bench which happened to be at the frontyard, staring at the night sky which composed of multiple amount of stars, those shining bright and those whose lights were dim.

He looked to the side where he sighted the moon in it's full form, having some dark spots on it. He felt the rushing winds which blew around, he felt the comfort he needed as the cool winds touched his skin and made him feel much alive.

This was a day after he had spoken to Harriet about his decision to leave and return home. In some way, he thought she didn't care, but the look in her eyes opposed what she showed off, and her words were becoming softer, making him feel the urge to stay back with them.

He hadn't seen her for a while though, but he was glad he had the opportunity to reflect on himself again, sitting to think of what the future held for him.

He missed home. He couldn't hide the feeling that home was a sweet place and he couldn't wait any longer to arrive back there.

He missed his mother, her s