Two weeks after my husband left for Riyadh, I am still at my lowest. I barely make a move to clean the house, don’t even talk to people much except to our son, can’t think of anything to post. I just don’t feel like doing anything at all. After doing the stuff for Jeff every morning and taking him to school, I just lay down, wait for the time for Dario and I to chat in the morning, miss lunch intentionally, wait for the time to pick up Jeff from school in the afternoon, prepare his snacks, check his assignments, watch the evening news, prepare Jeff’s dinner while I eat a bit or not at all, wait for my husband’s text that he’s home already and is waiting for me at his PC for our evening chat. Sleeping is also hard for me. After Dario and I said our goodnights, I find myself still awake until 2 or 3am.

Dario has been working abroad for 11years now, but I still can’t get myself used to it. Jeff and I get very very excited whenever he’s coming home, and we also get very very sad when it’s time for him to leave again. We still cry - I do my crying the night before my husband leaves so Jeff won’t see, while he does his on our way to the airport until his Papa goes out of the car and until on our way back home.
Dario and I still see many years of sacrifices, of being away from each other, because work and opportunity are not here in the Philippines. He said he wants everything to be okay before he retires - Jeff’s education, our future, everything. And as a wife, I will support him.
We’re now looking forward to his vacation next year. Jeff will be graduating from grade school and he said he’ll be home to attend this very important event of our son’s life. Jeff will be in high school soon that’s why Dario is very much inspired to work every single day. I can feel it with his stories about the day’s work when we chat at night. I am just so lucky I have a very wonderful husband who’s a very responsible father too
I love you and I miss you, Papa 
































