.: Needles :.

A couple of days ago, I took my flu jab at work.

It brought me back to the time where I had to take jabs for multiple vaccinations. I fear the needles. Like big time. And I always never took the ones they had in school, rather, I had my family doctor do them for me. And I always have held the hand of my dad as I close my eyes and try not to think about it. That was decades ago. But I remembered that as the nurse gave me my flu shot. I teared. Not from the jab, but from the memories it brought.

I miss my dad so much. And everyone back home. Sometimes I wonder if I will ever be less homesick? Or does it really get worse?