Off on her way home

Down to the last minute when she was finally aboard the plane that will take her home to Manila, my sister and I were texting.  (She through her Globe phone which was on roaming, and I thru Chikka on my PC.)  I feel sad that she’s finally off, but at the same time relieved that she has decided to go home first before taking a chance on the job offer here.

It throws Alan and I full blast into taking care of Angel hands on, but that’s nothing new.  The house will be a little quieter without my sister or my mom there, but I am looking forward to having Mom back.  That keeps me hopeful…

In the meantime, we need to get by in the next couple of weeks on our own.  It is actually something that Alan and I look forward to because it enables us to enjoy Angel at this stage in his life.  We personally take care of everything and we feel closer as a couple because we work on it as a partnership.

It’s gotten pretty hot here in New York with summer on at full blast.  The poor boy is usually sticky by the end of the day but still smells like the baby that he is.  Meanwhile, I’ve taken to wearing light weight clothing, keeping away from layering as best I can.  (No suits or jackets please! — well, except when it rains.) 

Almost 4PM and counting the minutes til it’s time to go.  Father and son are waiting for me.  I’m in no mood to whip up a feast but I have some chicken popcorn in the fridge and some fries I can bake for my little boy.  My sister lands in Narita tomorrow afternoon and she will be in Manila by their evening — our AM here.  At least she made it.. and hopefully, she’ll be back soon.

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