>Leaving on a jet plane

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“You took everything! You took Cj, you took Mozart, everything!”

“No, honey. I did not. You kept your real estate, your liquid assets and your golf clubs. I just took what are rightfully, legally and sentimentally mine: Cj, Mozart, and the photo albums.”

Thus went the highlight of our drama which culminated in a special trip (Mommy Moments theme this week), special in the sense that I was taking a family member home. Home to the Philippines with grandma. Poor Mozart is the final casualty of this divorce.

But let’s look on the lighter side. Everything went fine. Mozart’s immigration papers were sorted, although it was one of the most expensive trips we’ve ever done. Ex-hub, bitten by the nicety bug, drove us to the airport and took this pic

Mozart had to travel in the belly of the plane among the bags. I had difficulty explaining to Cj why Mozart wasn’t sitting with us. We submitted Mozart to the special cargo unit with Cj protesting all the way. When the door was shut, ex-hub was ashen-faced I thought he would break down right there. Came time to fasten our seat belts; Cj sat close to the window making room between us and said, “Mommy, Mozart sit with me.” I tried hard not to well up.

Five hours later the three of us were home. And it was christmas eve! The festive mood we arrived at made the trip even more special.

~ Mommy Moments is brought to you by Chris ~