Looking out of my window into sky, I saw an aircraft flying across and leaving two straight lines of white smoke. Soon, the plane disappeared, and the smoke vanished. I was stiffen to stand besides my window for a long time because I knew mum and dad were sitting in an airplane like that one. They must go back at that time; otherwise, they would lose their jobs in china. Furthermore, there were lots of troublesome things that they had to deal with. Neither of them could buck the tide. I regained consciousness finally. I walked around my house to make sure they had left me. I still remembered that we had dinner together just the night before. The scene that we three got off the international plane and set first step on the land of Canada remained fresh in my mind. I could hardly believe how time flied, in the twinkling of an eye, they flied back to China. They had attempted to work in many different places during the days in Canada, yet none of the work they had could match with their job in China. I opened the fridge and saw that it was filled with food that my parents prepared for me. I looked into cabinet. Neatly placed plates and bowls came into my sight. I put my head into the wardrobe and saw all my clothes were arranged in order. I had never reflected before on how my parents considered everything for me. I was wondering all the time why my parents always introduced me to their friends, and why they request that I observe life and learn from life. Now I eventually understood. As a matter of fact, they were paving road for me so that I would come across as little trouble as possible later on. They cared about and looked after me so secretly that I attributed all my success to myself in the past. I found I could hardly even move one step further without them. How to manage money, how to establish the relationship between my roommate and I, whether or not I should work, etc. were blank to me. Now I realized that I was just a flower that grew in the greenhouse or one little bird that never flied out of the cage. That I bragged of learning and that I boasted myself an able man in the old days made me feel guilty at present. I wanted to call my parents via wind, “oh, mum and dad, I still sit in my little room. I shut my eyes, waiting. I dream of you both and ache for you to come back. Every moment I think of you and record the good time with you. Missing you is driving me crazy. I am alone and feel empty. I can only hope that you deal with all the things in China smoothly.” He he. Although many people regarded me as a person who had no feeling, I was indeed emotional sometime. Bravely my parents planted a “seed” in the land of Canada; however, the “seed” never experienced the blow of wind and the beat of rain. Whether would the “seed” grew to a tall or not? Fortunately, my parents bestowed a clever mind on me. I was a “seed” that was endowed with intelligence; therefore, whatever new things would happen later on, I could just ask my head what to do. With the last exhortation of four words: security, health, diligence, caution, my parents walked out of the door. Watching them becoming smaller and smaller, I remembered an old saying, “while there is a will, there is a way.”