My father left for Dubai today. I wasn’t able to go with them to the airport since I have work. The last time I was with him was this morning when he dropped me off at the office. As much as I would like to believe that we have been much used to this scene, I still found myself holding back tears. Being away from him has always been difficult. And always will be.
Despite supposedly having gotten used to it, despite being stronger and wiser, a remnant of that teenage Tan who cried his heart out eight or nine years ago still remains.
Practice cannot make this one perfect, after all.
See you in December, Dad! Mom, Zen and I love you!
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