Atcollege,Imissedmyparentsalot.Asthetermwasdrawingtoanend,Ieagerlylookedforwardtogoinghome.AndIplannedtodoathousandandonethingsduringthevacation.Aboveall,Iwantedtohelpmymotherwithhousework.Ialsowishedtoreadmanyhookswhichmyteachershadrecommended.However,athome,mymotherwouldneverletmedoanything.Shecompletelydeprivedmeofsharingherwork.AssoonasIopenedabooktoread,shewouldsitdownbesidemeandaskmeaboutallkindsofthingsatthecollege.Topleaseher,Itoldheronethingafteranother,andsoonIforgotallaboutbooks.EvenwhenIwasactuallyreading,shewould,nowandthen,insistthatIshouldeataneggordrinkacupoftea.WhenIlefthomeattheendofthevacation,notathinginmyplanhadbeencarriedout.ButIfeltveryhappy.Ibelievedmuchmoredeeplythanbeforeintheoldsaying:Home,sweethome.There'snoplacelikehome!