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Departure from home, 29 August 1984

I guess everyone was in a sort of daze, There was an air almost of casualness, like I was just going on a short trip. The four even played ‘pusoy” the night before, as was their wont, as if nothing unusual was happening the next day.

To cap it all the airport was so chaotic, so that most of my attention was consumed by stupid details, like finding the right counter at which to check in.

Farewells were very hurried, but very sad. I think Tita Lett felt like a mother to me.

The parting with Apa was hard, but necessary. I think it was the first time ever that I gave Ama a good hug.