Touching and Liking the Feel of My Comforter
When I went for higher studies abroad in the Western World, it was extremely cold and I had to get myself a comforter.
The comforter was a great companion for me. The touch and feel of it always led me to sleep well at nights.
Sometimes I would feel homesick and I would cry over my comforter tucked up to my face. The warmth of it eventually let me fall asleep.
When I was leaving for my home country for good, it was hard for me to separate myself from the comforter. My luggage was full and there was no space for it.
Finally I dumped it into the garbage container of my dorm, feeling very lost and depressed. The comforter had soothed me so many times selflessly and yet I had to treat it this way.
Whenever I think of my stay abroad, the memory of the comforter shines brightly. Yes, they were beautiful, cozy moments which I will keep on recalling whenever my mind shifts to the past overseas.