It was Tuesday, twenty-three days after Christmas. I picked her up at school and while waiting for her brother who was having his guitar class, I told her that she was to Skype with Daddy on Wednesday. She looked surprised. For a few seconds she just stared at me with that searching look in her eyes. No words came from her mouth. Then she turned away.
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She covered her eyes with the back of her hand and I knew what was coming. Her right shoulder was shaking lightly to my touch. It was that silent cry that broke my heart to the finest pieces. She had nothing to say. All had been said the night she woke up crying when I kissed her in her sleep. She misses him. That’s all there is to it. What else? If it now comes down to me having to make an appointment for the kids to speak to their father, words sure don’t come easy.
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Questa è Enida 
goshhh sound very sad even my tears starting to fall….. 😦
a tear rolling down…
Ya Allah, kuatkanlah anak ini. Moga masa sedih berlalu pergi dan kegembiraan mengisi hidup Kitreena. Harap dia dapat berjumpa her father.
Kenapa ekk org lelaki tak fikir perasaan anak-anak?
My son cries every time his dad leaves him to go back to Kota Kinabalu. He’s 14 now but things like this still makes him cry. Breaks my heart every time.
It breaks my heart to see Kitreena like that.