BAD TRIP 16: Hasta la vista
Leaving is such a pain. I can never get used to seeing my little princess cry silently, tears rolling down her cheeks with nary a sound. Nor a whimper. Just those large, wet eyes looking at me with sorrow.
Even after two years of living like an OFW in my own country, leaving home after an oh-so-brief visit kills me every time. It breaks my heart to see her bravely fight off tears as she waves goodbye from the door, already counting the days till my next visit.
“Daddy, can we go back to Manila? Then we can always be together like we used to.” (We moved back to Aklan, my home province, two years ago.)
It’s not possible at this time, baby. Daddy's job is in Samar.
“E di mag-resign ka na lang po.”
(Sigh) I wish it were that simple, baby...
Even after two years of living like an OFW in my own country, leaving home after an oh-so-brief visit kills me every time. It breaks my heart to see her bravely fight off tears as she waves goodbye from the door, already counting the days till my next visit.
“Daddy, can we go back to Manila? Then we can always be together like we used to.” (We moved back to Aklan, my home province, two years ago.)
It’s not possible at this time, baby. Daddy's job is in Samar.
“E di mag-resign ka na lang po.”
(Sigh) I wish it were that simple, baby...