Most people are homesick because of themselves. After being far away from their hometown for a long time, they began to miss their hometown involuntarily. But every time I feel homesick, I am unhappy because I am injured. I only feel homesick when no one is with me. The idea of homesickness stems from a huge gap. At home, I am the baby of my parents. In the eyes of others, I am at most a person.
Every time the physiological period comes, most girls, as well as the most painful day of each month, I am no exception. The exception is that I hurt more people than many people. Because when I get my period, I have vomiting and diarrhea. I remember I went to school 1 day, and my period came that morning. I felt fine at that time, so I went to the morning self-study. As a result, I found that I was out of breath near noon. What is more exasperating is that I dare not tell the teacher. I kept insisting and threw up twice.
After the teacher saw it, he asked me to see a doctor. I didn't say anything, just caught a cold. Drink more hot water, and it will be fine. Finally, at noon, when it was time to eat, all the students left the classroom. I was the only one lying on the table, groaning weakly. Unexpectedly, I was in such pain that no one was willing to sacrifice my meal time to accompany me. I'm so sore that I can't even walk. But because my stomach was working at that time, I had to endure the pain and go to the toilet. I just got up and fainted without taking two steps.
I don't know how long it took, but people in my class found me. They didn't make a fuss at that time, because it was not the first time that I fainted in class. Everyone knows that I have hypoglycemia. At that time, they put sugar in my mouth in a panic, and then several girls helped me into the dormitory and asked the teacher for leave. I don't know if it is dizzy or asleep. I just lay in bed all afternoon.
When my roommates went back to the dormitory at night, I woke up and borrowed their mobile phones. I really wanted to call my parents at that time. I feel that I have suffered a lot today, so I am particularly homesick. To my disappointment, my father, mother, sister and brother, all of whom can't get through the phone. I have no choice but to return my mobile phone. Then bury your head in the quilt and go back to sleep.
Until eleven o'clock in the evening, my roommate's phone suddenly rang. She found that I just dialed the number, so she handed me the mobile phone. I answered the phone and only heard my mother ask who it was. I answered. When the mother asks, what's the matter, son? I was in tears, then hung up the phone and immediately sent a message to my mother saying that I was fine. It's an ordinary greeting from my mother, which sounds particularly warm to me.
Then I sent another message to my mother. The text message reads: I'm fine, but I'm homesick and want to hear the voice of my family.