We dropped Franco off at KL Sentral this morning and as usual Tasha was in tears. Eventually, I managed to gather enough courage to ask her the question, the answer to which might hurt the feeling of a mother. Me: Girl, why do you always cry when Papa has to go on a business trip and you never cry when I go anywhere? Some times the places I have to go to are more dangerous, like Pakistan, Cambodia? Tasha: Cause I know you will survive wherever you go, mom!
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