Mr. & Mrs. M...

When I walked away from them at the airport, I couldn't hold back the tears that was so threatening to fall. Mrs. M knew I was crying, she called me. I was choking on my own tears and I didn't want her to hear me crying, or else she would cry too. I didn't pick up her call.

I called her when I managed to compose myself better. She wishes me love and that this is just a job and I should take it as just a job.