Diana Leaney López Ruano

There are people I miss from back home more then anything.  Certain people that I am counting down the  days (one hundred twenty eight to be exact) until I see again. There are people in China that I'm going to miss.   There are people that have left China that I'm already missing.   Its funny how that is,  people making connections and building relationships.  Bridges crossed even in foreign lands.   Who would have thought that I'd be missing and preparing myself to miss people from parts of the world that I've never even visited?? We're foreigners,   w àiguó rén  ,  outsiders,   l ǎowài  ,  different.  Different then the Chinese,  different even from each other.  We speak different languages and have different opinions about absolutely everything.  How does it work then? That's just it though,  isn't it?  All of us together here in China,  holding on to each other as if for dear life.  Pulled together by a bond that overlooks nationalit

When I leave this frail existence,   when I lay this mortal by,   Father,  Mother,  may I meet you  in your royal courts on high?   Then,  at length,  when I've completed  all you sent me forth to do,   with your mutual approbation  let me come and dwell with you.   Please?  May I just come home for a time?  A small moment,  a bit of time where I can see your faces again.  So that I can remember why I chose to come to this place.  This place full of anger and hate.  This foreign land where I'm cut off from your presence.  I want to remember,  to be sure of myself again.  I want you to hold me in your arms again.   Ohh,  how I miss you.