It was 9 in the evening last Saturday that Abby and her parents arrived at the airport. I picked them up and drove a long way back to Shatin.Abby was wearing thick clothes when she came out of Exit B in her pram at the Arrivals Hall. Once out of the air-conditioned terminal, we at once pulled off Abby’s overcoat otherwise she would be overheated by the evening heat in Hong Kong.
From my first observation, she had rosy cheeks this time, was a bit sun-tanned and could sing longer songs.
At our home, Abby held into her hands the Kungfu Panda (功夫熊貓) which she often sees through Skype. With her clever gesture of waving a spoon, everyone understood that she wanted to eat ice-cream. Of course we fulfilled her wish with a strawberry one.Because of jetlag, she woke up in the middle of the night in Hong Kong. Abby was not alone. Connie accompanied her to watch the overnight TV which was most entertaining and time-killing. Abby and Connie went to sleep again at five till eight. How confused their internal clocks had become!
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You must be frilled to see Abby and her parents again although they came back for a sad reason.
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