My mom and I took my dad to the airport on the second day of 2012. He
has to go to China for a month because my grandmother, my dad's mom,
is in the hospital with pneumonia. If you come from an immigrant
family, you're always being taken or taking someone to the airport.
You're always saying goodbye, or hello, but with the knowlege that
goodbye is coming.
The last time my mother and I put my dad on a plane by himself, I was
five years old.
Tuesday, January 03, 2012
Another Airport Visit...
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