|  | | Lost and all alone | | | | | Today my baby left on a 1140 flight to Paris, France. 4 and a half months before I will ever see his face or feel his tickles again. Will always remember the last few images I had of him when he was packing to leave his room for the airport. Will also remember the many tears I shed seeing him walk out the door and hearing the door close one last time. Now it's 1am Singapore time. Hopefully he's now sound asleep on the plane is his chosen aisle seat. Miss you baby. Very much. Love you.
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