In a few more hours, you’ll be off to some place called Hijrah. I know you don’t like Hijrah but still, there’s nothing you can do.
In this three months that you’ll be away, I will be missing you. All of us here, in fact. Excluding Esther Esther will miss you as well.
I’ll be missing you for many many reasons. Here’s some of it from the top of my head.
Nobody to eat rojak with me. Nobody to watch horror movies with me. Nobody play piano with me. Nobody to sing with together. Nobody to bath with together. Nobody to sleep with at night.
Ps: Can I not send you off? It’s too early in the morning. Please??
Pss: Don’t get pregnant over there! Serious.