I am sitting in the KLIA Express, gonna be boarding a plane ride to Melbourne in 2 hours (yes I am writing this on my iPhone).
Hot Mummee is already there; been there for a week already.
Caitlin and Grandma and Grandpa dropped me off at the train station. It’s a place that Caitlin is already familiar with. After all it was only in early December that we both took the same train and a flight to Adelaide for a weeks holiday.
But this time we are saying goodbye to each other. Me on this side of the gate, the one who is going away.
For days I have been telling her that it’s only 7 days, and each time she counts up to 7 on her tiny fingers “but it’s so looooong” bottom lip out. My analogy has been that it will pass as quick as the days between 2 Fridays; Fridays being the day they have swimming lessons at school. She does kinda take heed of that.
Moreover I also tell her that after her next Friday swim, “it will only be one more sleep before Daddee and Mummer will be home”.
I *am* sad. I know I will miss her. I already did while going down the escalator after waving goodbye. Because she does try to put up a front. I know she tries to be brave, and brave she is; else her emotion would overwhelm her and does cry.
But becaue I know this- I know her; that I know she *is* sad. Deep down.
She waits for me. Quietly. Patiently.