Daddy's shirt

I have been missing in action for the past weeks because I was making the most out of my hubby's remaining days before he went on board the ship. He flew to Singapore last week to join the other crew members for another nine months contract. I don't think I could ever get used to dropping him off at the airport every now and then. I always dread the day of seeing the NAIA Terminal 1 or 2 departure area. I hate goodbyes at the airport.

We didn't bring Little Andoy with us this time because it is more heartbreaking to hear him wail while looking back at his dad as the car pulls away from the departure area. That's what he did last year when we dropped his dad off at NAIA Terminal 2.

Every time his dad leaves for work, I always keep the last shirt he wore the night before. I put it beside Little Andoy every night so he won't miss his dad. I do this for a week or two until he stops asking where his dad is.

We left for the airport before 6am last week while Little Andoy was still sleeping. His dad left his shirt beside him and kissed him goodbye. When I got home a few hours later, he was still sleeping. When he woke up, he saw his dad's shirt and said, "Look, it's daddy's shirt!"

It has only been four days since my husband left so Little Andoy is still holding on and playing with daddy's shirt.