Returning to the village sounded like a nightmare
at first.
I’d be ignored and hate the few streets I was
permitted to roam.
I returned to the village and forgot what I
feared.
I received thousands of hello and everyone
came back to me all at once.
Sometimes when we are apart
we philosophize and teach ourselves to become
angry at the hard times.
Hard times come and go, and friends take
time to be family.
Respect is there and hate is nowhere.
I’ve never been this happy.