Mum had already cried a river on our way to the airport. She's still crying, holding on to me so tightly. Now I'm the one consoling her which is funny because it should be the other way around.
“Don't you think it's a bit embarrassing crying out here in public?” Dad whispered to her. He had my luggage in the trolley.
“I don't care about that. I'm gonna miss my baby. You don't know how much that hurts.” She retorted, sniffing into my shoulder.
“Sure, I don't. Because she's just your daughter, not mine.” Dad retorted sarcastically. “Keep doing that until someone takes a picture of you and it turns into a viral meme.”
“Dad.” I chuckled. “Don’t be mean.”
“But it could happen, baby. Look at the crowd.”
Actually, he's got a point.
“Mum, please. That's enough.” I patted her softly. She
