Tonight is the third time I fly India.
Unless I resign or pregnant, I sure I will fly there more frequently from now on......they mention about getting me a multiple visa.
My son insisted to accompany me to airport. He promised he won't cry.
When it came to the time to say good bye, he started rubbing his eyes. I quickly let him go and his father also quickly took his hand to the toy shop.
He looked back once.
I looked back twice, until they are completely out of my sight, till I can't see anything.
This new job is eating my time, my health, my feelings.
After the crazy hard work in the past few months, the Beijing project is almost settled now. Got sometime to watch "The Walking Dead" lately.
Enid: Are you ok?
Maggie: No I am not. But I will.
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