It's odd how sending someone off at the airport feels the same as sending someone off at a funeral. Maybe it's because we're so insulated from the outside world, being the small island we are.
Faith and I sent Jonathan's (aka <a href="">Bangla Boy</a>) family off at the airport two days ago. We know that they're only going to be a phonecall and a flight away, but when the distance first sets in it feels insurmountable. As it was they lived in Woodlands, already a 45-minute drive away. Now it's going to be a 20-hour flight and a lot of money.
We're going to miss the little tykes (I'll post a photo of younger brother Benjamin soon).
Don't grow up too fast you two.

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