Whirr!

It’s been 3 hours since I last held my son in my arms. And I already missed him- terribly, that is. I missed hearing his laughter and his baby talks, seeing his toothless grin and watching him scramble from one side of the bed to the opposite side.

The drone of the aircraft engine, as it navigates its route to Manila, was unable to muffle this longing.

I tried to relax in my seat but the thought of what my 10-day stay in Manila was making me more uneasy than the air pockets were causing.

For the nth time since my boss called up about a company training in Manila, I wondered whether my decision to accept the training is sound. How will I ever survive a 10-day training away from home? Time and time again, I’m having one of those unending debate with myself about my priorities-- of issues between my career and my family.

As the plane touched down the tarmac, I closed my eyes and silently prayed that Matt will be okay, with his health and all. That’s all I can do for now.