Home At Last!

I’m so excited. Few hours from now, I’ll be home with my son.

I woke up at 2AM to make sure that everything’s in order before I check out from the hotel. My brother accompanied me to the airport, to help me with my baggage.

Waiting in the airport lounge for my flight (boarding) to be announced, I entertained myself with photos of my son saved in my phone. Did he already forget about me? Will he remember my as his “mama”?

I marveled at how I managed to survive the lonely nights in Manila. Sure, I had bouts of depression every time I get to my hotel room with only the TV as my company. I had crying sessions every time I remember my son while I lay down in bed, waiting for sleep to carry me to Dreamland. Buckets of tears! I promised to myself that If I can help it, after this one, I would decline all out-of-base trainings. I am just not ready for another week-long separation, for now.

Fast forward. I heaved a sigh of relief upon opening our front door. When Nanay came out carrying Matt, I was beaming with joy. And I had a taste of heaven when I saw my darling son grinning upon seeing me.