I woke up! GrayHound Bus driver said , “Davis is next stop”. I dream of my deepest horror on my way to College town Davis. I stood on the side of I-5 where there is nothing around except slopes of prairie with amazing tall grass. Suddenly I got a ride back to LA and have gone back home where my life always smell very SH*Ty. I had to put my esteem and pride aside. My dad will be saying ” I know you cannot do anything without me” . I hated him just like any son who have to see his mother unhappy everyday since she arrived to the United States. My mother’s sadness gets me. I have disgusted by the mistreat of my father toward my mother. I just don’t get the way how a man can treat his wife that bad. I am scare of inheriting his traits genetically. I thought that college is my escape from my father’s proximity. This trip is a world to me for my freedom and my rebirth. Now I am cornered again by coming home. I will never get out of it if i step back in. Suddenly I heard a loud shout ..It was my bus driver.phuee.