Yesterday, my family have decided to celebrate my sister’s b-day and Daddy’s despedidas. Some of my classmates have gone to our house to join the celebration .
Meanwhile, at around 2 or 3 in the afternoon, my Dad had left our home to face again, the hardships of life at Libya. Awww . I’m feeling empty thinking that our home and family is incomplete. It’s his 4th time of going abroad but still, I’m not used to it . And the fact that I didn’t see him going away because of our Periodical Test makes me sick . Before he had left, he had phoned us and he keeps on telling me :