It was a struggle to hold back the tears this morning. All through the hectic morning that started at 5am, all through the family breakfast we shared, all through the car ride to KL Sentral - i locked my jaw in place, promising myself that i would not make this any more difficult than it already was; i promised myself they would have no cause to be anything but perfectly happy with the adventure that they were on. Australia and a new life beckoned.
As the luggage was unloaded, as the porters took it away, and as the going-away pictures were taken, i could feel the swell of emotion build inside me: not only was the family leaving, but i was being left behind. As a family, its never been that way before.
They are on a great adventure; so am i
As the goodbyes were said, the hugs and kisses exchanged, the facade of strength nearly crumbled. It will be a long time before we will be together again. As i pulled away from the curb, staring at them in the rear-view mirror, the tears finally flowed.
I was and am, alone.
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