At My Hometown

I was expecting that it will be traffic in my hometown, and I'm glad it's not. I'm waiting for my father to come in this area which was called "istastyon" which means "station". Actually, this area used to be a station of passengers waiting for a ride, while tricycle also wait for potential passengers.

As I'm waiting, I went to the balcony area of the shed. Breeze is good so it wasn't hard for me to stay there. Looking at my hometown reminds me of my childhood. I grew up and studied in this place.

After 20 minutes, my father finally came. We visited my deaf students to be invited for our assembly.