Families approaching their loved ones, people waiting, warm temperature, tanned skins, wide smiles.
Those are what I see and feel as we arrive here in the airport.
I don't know what to do since it's my first time to travel out of Cali. Should I wave? Just like them? Should I run towards those group of people just like the girl beside me earlier?
My Dad hold my hand. Is he looking for someone? But who? Idea pop into my mind. One of those people maybe one of my relative.
As far as I remember, we have relatives here in the Philippines but they are from Baguio. How could they go here? My Dad told me that Manila is far from Baguio.
"Patrick, Patrick" someone is calling my Dad's name from our side
"Cecilia! Thanks God you made it here" who's this woman? Cecilia seems familiar.
"Oo nga e. Biglaan kasi tong pag-uwi niyo ni-" she looked at me then
"Trisha! Buti naman nakita na kita" She hug me tightly. Maybe she's glad that I went here. I can't understand there language.
I never met one of our relatives before even in Skype or any social media site so maybe it's the reason why I couldn't understand.
I just smiled at her
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