We came back to Singapore on a
Saturday, so we all had time to acclimatize before dad went back to work.
It was hard to leave. I felt for
the first time a terrible feeling that it might be the last time I see your
grandma, my mum. I suddenly understood how Mary felt all those years, when she used to cry at the airport. I cried a
lot on the way to the airport. Daddy was angry at me, for other reasons.
You were so good on the plane. All
the bun-chuckers were in love with you. We watched movies and cuddled you the
whole way. You didn’t want to be put down. We arrived in Singapore, made it
home and started life in the tropics again. You were confused and missed
grandma but were excited about your new bed. Mum and Dad felt the same but were
happy to have their space again.
The next day I tried to play you
Waltzing Matilda, your song. I wound up inadvertently playing a mix of
Australia-missing music, including I Still Call Australia Home and I Am
Australian. It ripped my heart out and I felt like I was in a Qantas commercial. I tried to go shopping for
fish and salad materials and ended up crying in the bok choy section.
We chose to be here, so I cant cry.
Im so lucky to be here with both of you.
