It was dawn of August 30, 2009 when my husband and tito Joel took me to the airport. It was a deep silence along the way. And before i checked in the departure area, we tighly embraced each other a smack kiss parted our ways. I managed not look back as i walked towards the counter so he won't see the tears flowing on my face. How my heart felt so sad knowing i would not see him and our kids for a long time. As i was boarding the plane, my heartbeat so fast, and my mind tells me, this is it! No way to retreat Alma, be strong your are now on your own.
The lolo and lola's spoiled brat; the little sister who got all the attentions of daddy and mom; the science leader who was not given the schedule to wash dishes after lunch; the well loved teacher by her students; the voice and life of her batchmates; and the queen of her household now sails on her own. A servant and not a master anymore!
A day of departure, a day of a new life...thanks God i survive!
from my dearest Adviser and Teacher during High School Days...
Almarosa Dimaun
Inspiring Note,,,,
Thanks maam...
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