Actually it's not part two, it's more like the second most toughest moment for me. Sorry I just have to be consistent with the title of the first one (Part 1)
Happened about six, or close to six years ago. Between the night of December 3 and the morning of the 4th. It was when I was deciding (or decided) to leave. I remember that night, I carried my princess, smelled her, kissed her, because I will surely miss her. On our way home I had to endure the nagging while driving. When we got home, I didn't want to fall asleep, because when the morning comes I'll leave and don't know when I will get to see and hold my princess again. Leaving would also mean not (maybe not yet) realizing my dream of having a family, at least a normal one. That's all I ever wanted.
Morning came, got ready for work and went to the office as if nothing will happen. When I got to my desk I called my mom and ate, told them that I'm leaving. Mom said no, my ate said "bahala ka dito lang kami".
I got up, went out of the office, got into my car, drove back to the apartment with my list of "to dos" and stuff to take with me, and the rest is history.
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