Mom joined us on our trip to Xi’an.

When we arrived at the airport and attempted to check-in, we had to walk a long distance, and mom walked slowly. I couldn’t imagine how much pain she was experiencing. Seeing her like that broke my heart, but she reassured me that she didn’t feel much pain.

Xi’an is a hot and dry city. The roads are wide, clean, and flat, and the terrain is flatter compared to Guizhou Province. The taxi driver spoke with a different Mandarin accent and recommended places worth visiting.

After checking into the hotel, we slept throughout the entire afternoon. I slept so well that it made up for staying up late the previous night.

The five days spent in my hometown city feel like a distant memory, hazy like a dream. However, I haven’t had the time to reflect on or miss it just yet.