Teardrops On My Luggage

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It is my mum's last night here in the Philippines this year, and she'll be on the plane in a few hours to go back to the UK. With her prepping up for the flight, I am reminded of the time when one of my friends was about to go to Italy for good. While he was packing, he couldn't look at his parents, while his parents couldn't stop looking at him. There was crying-- a lot of it. In the house. In the car. In the airport. In the car on the way back to the house. In the house. The crying didn't subside for less than one month. That's how much emotion there is. As for me, we've already gotten used to my mum coming back every year so there's no more crying. We don;t even stay at the airport whenever we take her there. I think one of the values I'm proud of with the Filipinos is the close family ties we are able to keep. It has a lot of pros (and a couple of cons, if you read my posts), such that it becomes bittersweet and almost a tad painful when a member has to go somewhere else with the promise of not going back in the immediate future. Although, we don't have too much emotions when we take my mum to the airport, I still feel for the number of people we see in the departure area, hugging, kissing, crying, more hugging, more kissing, and more crying. When I see stuff like that, some kind of hope gets lit up in my heart. Have you had to take a family, a friend, or a special someone to the airport for their departure?