A home is like a hill, where we trek on the path wide and narrow with changeable brightness. Sometimes, we walk side by side with our families and sometimes we go further apart. When passing by that tree and going around the pond, we will always meet somewhere else. We might be on the way up as our families go downhill; but we will always come across each other in the Hillside. Let us cherish the moment of solitude, also celebrate our every chance gathering.
