Everything has an end. Even the long and wonderful vacation in my home country Philippines. The only consolation is we have memories to carry with us when we flew back to the U.S. We had a whole lot of photos that we can look back which chronicles the fun things that we've experienced from that trip. I'd say whoever invented the camera is awesome and the coolest guy ever. If not for him, I wouldn't have been able to capture the final moments with my mama and papa at the airport, a few minutes before we had to board the plane. I remember this wasn't a happy one. I didn't know what to tell my mom to make the tears stop. She was hurting inside. Well, I was too. We all were. I was just probably good with hiding my real emotions when in front of the camera, as you can see with my charming smile in the photograph. But once on the plane, I couldn't bring myself to stop crying. It was a comfort being held by Jeff while telling me everything is going to be alright. I've always liked hearing that line from him. It sends a certain message of light and hope whenever something is bothering me. Next to God, my husband is really my source of strength and love. With him, my every struggle is less painful. While it's always bitter to bid goodbye, I hold on to the sweet hope that in the near future, I'll be able to come back and see my family again.















































