We depart from Singapore at 2215h late at night. Both our parents were with us sending us off at the Airport.
I was afraid. Holding her hands in the departure hall meant another greater responsibility. Not the one I felt before but something heavier seemed to lean on my shoulder.
I had to take care of her.
Both excitement and fear got into me. As we board the plane, our story begins.
Saturday, March 1, 2008
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