Returning to Dubai for me is really hard. Leaving your friends and family back home is really tough. Especially on your first return.
I literally was a cry baby: Nasa Pinas lang ako kahapon! Huhuhu! Waaaahhhh!
Small things made me sensitive: Yan yung kanta nung nanood kami ng mga pamangkin ko ng sine! Huhuhu!
Even the food made me miss home: Mas masarap luto ng nanay kong dinuguan! Huhuhu!
There was no difference for my younger sister, Tem. When she was due to return to Dubai 2 weeks after I left the Philippines (We had a two week gap), I called her in Cavite, “Tem, kamusta?”
“Eto, kuya, nagbibilang na ng araw pabalik! Sobrang lungkot.”
“Yung mga naiwan kong damit ha?” I reminded her.
“Kuya, naalala mo nung pauwi akong Pinas? 2 weeks palang nakaempake na ako. Ngayon isang araw nalang di pa ako nagbabalot pabalik ng Dubai.”
After she returned to Dubai, she wouldn’t answer my calls and won’t reply to my text messages, “Excuse me, ma’am? Baka nalilimutan nyo nga palang may kapatid kayo sa Dubai? Sana mag-reply po kayo sa mga message ko?”
Afew days after that text message my phone rang and it was her, “Aba! Buti naman at naaalala mo pa ako?”
“Kuya, wag ka ngang maarte ha?” She screamed, “Alam mo ang pakiramdam ng bagong dating no! Ayaw ko lang mahawa ka! Ano gusto mong makiiyak?”
“Oh ayan! Kaya nga. Wag kang maarte. Di bagay.”