I always let you know if I'm going away because that is more okay with you than leaving you without you knowing it. That's how mature you have become even when you were two years old (now you are three).
However, it wasn't so easy saying goodbye to you. I guess you were feeling separation anxiety. When we left the apartment, you were already clinging to me. I think I failed making you understand that you were coming with me to your Grandmommy's house and leave you there.
Even in the car, as your uncle Genesis had said, you were looking for me when I didn't go in the backseat, yet, to attend to our things.
Anak, I will never leave you. And as your Papa has promised, he will never leave us even after he's dead (I don't know how he's going to pull that off, though).
Even though there's distance between us, our thoughts and prayers are always of and for you. We always pray that you are safe and that you can take good care of yourself, that you would be smart enough to decide what is right and be physically able to pull it through.
Well, got to go. Mommy has to go back to work, you know. Muah!
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