October 24, 2016
I was the last to board the plane. Believe me, I hate traveling because of the plane ride. I hate it, I am scared, I abhor it.
I also felt so sad leaving my husband and my daughter. They are going to miss me and I am going to miss them. Yes my husband would definitely miss me, but he would be happier that I am not around 80% of the time.
This’ my seat for the next 12 hours. I found it narrow. My tumbong probably expanded.
Edmund’s friend, Pong, was also in the same flight. I didn’t see him at the airport so I decided to go look for him. The economy section was so long and every seat seemed occupied. I walked from end to end up to the tail and back but I didn’t see him. And he obviously didn’t see me or else he would have called me. He is Edmund’s inaanak sa kasal yata kaya he calls Edmund ninong or nong paks. I hope he doesn’t yell NINANG when he sees me. He would make me feel old eh I am still in denial stage. I will forever be even when I am 92 years old. I will tell people I am 88 only.
