My hometown Uncle Sam takes over the luggage from Dad's hands. When we all get into the car, he starts the engine. Xiang Tan is a small city with no airports. We have to land on another city and then drive two hours to get back home. Home, whose home are we going to stay at this time? Auntie Mary's, Uncle Luke's or Grandpa's? All the relatives have invited us. It seems impolite to reject …
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…for there isn't any popular slang in my language. We are those whose home has been separated from its town. In a short period after we return Guangzhou, dad's dialect has mixed with some funny slang and I'm missing the noodles and pancakes at breakfast. And gradually, they disappear without our consciousness. There are two places in the world we feel like home. Yet in both places, we tell people we are going back home.