I dreaded the day my wife and kid were going to leave the island. We had a birthday party my daughter at a local restaurant that served Middle Eastern food on Saturday. It was mainly all students in my school and some University staff. The closest person to my daughter’s age was a 12 year old that was one of the the staff member’s sister. It was fun and sad, knowing this was the next to last day with Hibah and Tannu. The party ended and we got dropped off at our apartment.
Monday morning arrived quicker than I could imagine. The cabby was on time and I picked up my daughter up for the last time. She was sleeping so she had no idea what was going on. She woke up as I was putting her in the cab and I was crying like a little baby. This would be the longest I have spent without her. The previous longest was about 1.5 weeks when she and my wife stayed in India for vacation longer than I did. I kissed my wife goodbye and waived them off. It was depressing. I had class that day so at least I had some temporary distractions. I was pretty depressed for a couple days. I would see them in December but what if my daughter forgot who I was.