Old friends talking

Last night, Tom called me from New York, while he is on a business trip in USA. I spoke Sichuan dialect for the first time in the past 6 years, and surpisingly Tom survied it and managed not to laugh out loud . I was very moved by the fact that he called me, especially when I found out he almost completely lost his voice because of work. He mentioned that when our classmates got together, they often talked about me. He told me that, Gloria called my plan of going back China the story of "Wolves are coming" (an old Chinese story of a boy lying about wolves and making fun of people who came to help, and finally could get no help any more when the wolve really came and was eaten up by the wolves). I am very clear, to win their trust in me again, I need to go back China and visit my friends and family before my image total fade out of their memory. Just like a kite, no matter how high and how far I want to fly, without my thread hold in your hand, I will get lost.