This is a little emotional so those who are having a happy day you might wanna refrain from reading this.

Woke up at around 5.30 this morning. Parents were already up at 4.All of a sudden everyone seemed so quiet and went about with our washing-up. Left the house for the airport at about 6. In the car, our family started talking with the maid about how she's gonna spend life in Philippines.At some point we would laugh about life and how things are going on around us. There never seemed to be anything wrong but its always calm before the storm arrives. I can just feel the kind of feeling everyone had in them. Reached the airport, checked in her luggage and went for breakfast. Her last meal in Singapore. Nothing unusual though because chatting continued as usual. Ok then here comes it. We moved the luggage outside the toilets and after doing our "business", we all knew it was time to move on,not in the real sense of the phrase. We all just broke down and Dad also had tears welling up. We hugged and said our last words. It was something that was not to be expected by me. I thought that it would be alright for her to go home and nothing would be so big about it, but no. It then felt as though a member of the family was leaving and more possibly, forever. She saw me though Pri sch and Sec sch. She took care of my brother from the time he was born. And now, he in Sec 2. To round it off, her 12 years here in a way or another touched out lives and Im sure it left a positive mark on hers too. Now, home seems to be not the same anymore. Its not about the over dependency we had on her, but more of the feeling of lost. Her room below seems empty and echos can be heard from the conversations held in the room. It may take a few days for us to move on, but it takes nothing to erase it off.