daddy left for bangkok again.

mummy is leaving tomorrow. she couldn't get a flight tomorrow morning. so at least i'll still see her.

they're getting busy all over again. i remember in primary school when we took turns to talk to mummy. or daddy. and we always started the phone call with 'when are you coming back?'.

zong xi used to cry everytime mummy and daddy left. after a while, it just got numb. and he cried no more. they started taking early morning flights, preferably before we woke up to go to school, so that we might not see them.

i used to wait up to say goodbye.

in primary school, when friends failed to sign forms or test papers, they would say that their parents returned late and could not sign it for them. i could say that my parents didn't come back today, and they probably wouldn't for the next month. but i didn't want others to know.

i used to crave my mom picking me up from school. from learning lab. from golf. sometimes i would wait an hour for her, even though it was a short trip.

when zong ye couldn't take the pressure from school, mummy started spending longer stints at home. 4 days, maybe a week. and somehow, the longer they stayed, the harder it was to say goodbye.

its a bitter irony.

mummy don't go again.