I'm not good with farewells or goodbyes. Today my brother had to go back to Perth and I dreaded the scene in the airport. I knew my mom would be teary eyed and my dad stoically silent. Me, I act aloof.
Why?
Because they hurt. You feel a gap has been created and the sorrow that comes with it.Then you feel the longing for it to be full again. I am not good with emotional pain so I act, put on a mask to escape from it all.
I guess I forgot how much I miss my whole family together. We were complete, slightly dysfunctional but hey, we make it work. I guess the impact is more this time because normally it would be me and him going back together but now I'm stuck here so he's going back to Perth alone.
Farewell sucks.
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