Today is my husband’s flight back to Riyadh. Jeff and I took him to the airport, and an hour from now, Dario is boarding his plane. Of course, Jeff cried again and was holding tight his Papa’s arms. He doesn’t want him to go just yet. He was not even talking the second we went out of the house, and then just started crying when we got to the airport and held tight his father’s arms. It is always like this every year (Dario is on his 10th year working in Riyadh). Maybe you are asking now if I didn’t cry. Well, I did. Last night. I always cry the night before so our son won’t see. Dario always tells me to get use to it, but I can’t. I just miss him every day he’s not here. And so does our son. And looking around our quiet room now which was filled with laughter for the past few weeks, I feel sad. Two days ago, we went to the salon together for a haircut (him) and hot oil (me) and foot spa (both of us). Then yesterday, we went to the mall to buy a pair of hamsters for Jeff. He also bought me 2 pairs of pants. We had a great time though we forgot to buy our favorite choco frap from Starbucks. Anyway, we’ll see each other again tomorrow via webcam. And it will be like this again every day for ten months. Then Jeff and I will be able to hug him again when he gets back home next year. Haaayyyy! Being a wife of an OFW . . . . .
Btw, I chanced upon the blog of this lady who says ‘I need someone to review my blog‘. Jean is a fellow Filipina who lives in the US. And this lady has a lot to share. Go check her out, people! 
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