This is no story.

A man, after many years returns to his old town.
He hasn't been there for many years. He moved to another country to escape poverty and war.
As he returns to his old town, he finds it all different, nothing was as he left it.
Distraught, he remembers all his old memories of the town.
He remembers and sees the little trees which were planted when he was young, ignoring the fact that they had grown to over thirty feet.
A friendly man, his old neighbour from when they were children sees him.
He asks him what he is doing back, after being away for many years, living under a different sky, from seeing different things.
The man just tells him what he remembers and how it has all changed.
His neighbour feels sort of sorry for him, as he thought things wouldn't have changed, but him being a kind man, offers to comfort him and give him advice.
"It take's time to get used to, but we'll get used to it together."