Last night opening this when I was sleeping, I felt good like sleeping at home again; no this weather which I have seen all of my life in New York city, and it is kind of I missed home in Suphanburi. Snow and being cold make people from Southeast Asia like me get home-sicked now. The strong desires of a bird could blind it until it doesn't know how far it leave its home. I am sure that in someday, the bird will fly home, the place that it was born.