It's only been 1 hour plus since Daddy left the house and Mummy and Daddy have already exchanged 2 smses and 1 phone call.
Daddy has just called to say he was boarding the plane and several minutes later, he smsed a mushy message to Mummy, promising to sms again when he touches down in Guangzhou.
It's a love-hate-relationship with all these phonecalls and smses. Each time, it never fails to make Mummy both happy and sad at the same time - happy that Daddy's in touch and yet sad that he's so far away.
Everytime Mummy hears from Daddy, she starts convulsing again and poor me, have to be subjected to constriction of space once again. Luckily, the duration of each convulsion is getting shorter and shorter. Maybe Mummy is gradually coming to terms with Daddy not being around these 4 days.
The litter bin below Mummy's desk is filling up with Kleenex again. It's a usual phenomenon whenever Daddy goes on business trips.
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