The past one week was not easy. I couldn’t sleep peacefully at night as I thought about him and how he was doing. I wondered if he was okay, if he was being taken cared of while he wasn’t with me. It was hard but I had to endure the pain and the sadness of the distance that we both didn’t want but neither did we have a choice. I looked forward to Saturday because of the promise of a reunion. But that sparkle of hope disappeared when a call was made telling me how I wouldn’t be able to see him. Came Saturday and Sunday. Monday, they said, I’d finally get to be with him.

There’s nothing more ecstatic than that moment when I saw him coming, all prim and proper and ready for our much-awaited reunion… » Continue Reading