Coming back from a long holiday. I was afraid of going back to my dormitory. When I was the light was off in the room, I felt disappointed. Everyday I was the first one to come back and all of my roommates would stay in the library or the PC room until after I went to bed. All this changed, however, from the moment I read a letter from my roommate Shiwei.

“Welcome back to your home, our princess.” The first sentence astonished me since this was the first time I was called this. “Welcome back to our home. We are all looking forward to this day. After a long holiday, it’s so exciting to live together for another new term. I hope we can share everything with you from now on; it doesn’t matter if it’s happy or sad…When you come across any difficulties, remember that you are not alone.” Although there was no signature, the tidy and beautiful handwriting revealed that this letter was from one of my roommates, Shiwei.

Having seen these words, I felt deeply touched. The idea of her having read my diary in my blog flashed in my mind. Yes, she must have seen that. If not, she wouldn’t have called our dormitory “home” and if not, she wouldn’t have known that I was not happy to stay in the dormitory.

Her letter responded to all the complaints in my blog, “I always consider my dorm a lonely place because every time I come back here, the light is always off and there’s no one in it. When I am sitting in bed alone, the room which I suppose to take as a home is too cold to me and makes me feel isolated…”

From then on, the dorm became a warm home again. With the warm words and precious friendship under the roof, I came to realize that love and care had existed around me although I had not noticed it.

Now, although the light is still not turned on when I come back, I no longer feel first one to come back home to have the chance to welcome all the other roommates, for I am the only one that can share every story of theirs and won’t miss any of them.