At the Airport – Minding Not My Own Business

I’ve sat at airport lounges for weird reasons. My husband was on duty during Christmas and New Years Eve so he felt I’d be lonely staying at home alone. See, we’re expats in this place, the land of dates and honey. And the nearest kin will be 8 hours of flight and that’s in Manila, Philippines.

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The Gift of Bread

They looked nearly 90 and the old man looked senile. They had a huge bag with them and was looking confused. She bought one hopia (Chinese pastry) and divided it into 2 and gave the half to her husband.

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