Pia is my favorite person in the whole world. She may not be my biological daughter, but I love her as much as if she was. Even if I know that I will see her again frequently, it is still painful to think that I won’t see her everyday. It’s so painful that I haven’t stopped crying since last night.
She isn’t the biggest fan of my moving to Bangkok. In fact, she has said that was actively praying that it wouldn’t happen. Ever since I got the job with Agoda though, she has been saying goodbye. When she says goodbye, she says it in a very solemn tone, very different from the very perky and little-girl rambunctious tone she normally speaks with. You can hear the sense of loss that she feels. I try to reassure her that it is only temporary, and that I will see her again really soon, even if I feel the same sense of loss.
Even if she says she won’t miss me because I’m too fat, I know that she will. In turn, I will miss her too. I will miss hugging her, praying with her, and holding her hand before she sleeps. I will even miss how she punches me in the stomach because it amuses her to punch my belly flab.
I will call you everyday, My Baby Love, even if you joke that you won’t pick up and you won’t talk to me. I will ask you about your day, I will still remind you to do your assignments, and I will remind you to say a prayer of thanks just like I taught you.
No goodbyes. I will see you in December for Christmas. Kuya Josef loves you.