It's 5pm

It was 5pm, I was waiting for a bus to go home. Oh it must be one of the most favourite time/hour, I thought. It's when most people leave their work place for the day and head home. Everyone I came across had a glow of happiness on their face. I chouldn't stop wondering what's at home for them. I couldn't stop imagining the happiness they feel when they reach home to their partners, their children, their family. The hugs, the kisses, the laughters - given and returned; while the stress and troubles - subsided and left behind.

And suddenly, I felt alone and lonely in the crowd. Who do I go home to, I thought...well, who can I go home to?