Little Girls and Airplanes: A Migrant Worker's Story in the Midst of Pandemic Worker


By Jay-Mie on 18th Jul 2020

Uplifters
Migrant Writers of Hong Kong
 Image

This is my share of story during this pandemic, I know a lot of you can relate, read on and share on the comments a little of your story too Pangyaos! Much love and God bless! 💗🙏

 

It was one Sunday morning, it was my off from work. I went down from our flat a little bit late than usual.

 

I sat down on one of the benches at the park near our building. I was going to call my children. I'm always excited to see them as I get to speak to them only during my holidays. Why? I always finish my work at eleven in the evening and by that time, they are already sound asleep.

 

I always expected my eldest to answer my call, and she did. But that day, my youngest who would just always stay behind her ate, took the phone and talked to me.

 

She said, "mama, when are you coming home?" I slightly laughed at her question as she always asks me that everytime I call them. Then she quipped in again, "mama, come home now, I want you home now. You said there is virus in Hong Kong. There is no virus here, you will be safe here, please come home..." (At that time, Philippines had no reported cases yet)

 

At that point I felt a lump in my throat, I knew any moment tears would start falling. And then I pretended to be nonchalant with what she just said.

 

I answered her, "baby, mama's airplane is not yet finished, they are still working on it. Please be patient and wait for mama to come home. I promise you, I will be home soon." (I was hoping to have my vacation supposedly last April).

At her young age, she believed me. So she just told me to send her some chocolates and new toys then. And I said yes.

 

I struggled to keep the tears from rolling down my cheeks. So I said goodbye and told them I will call again later that day. As soon as I pressed down the end call button, I sank down from the bench and started to cry my heart out. I let out loud sobs, fortunately there was nobody there with me. I can't remember how many times I breathed in and breathed out so loudly to release the pain that had built up in my chest. I left that bench with a heavy heart, swollen eyes and reddish nose.

 

Now Hong kong is on it's third wave and Philippines had been hit hard also by Covid-19. Where international flights seems so impossible right now. Even if there is a flight, would you take the risk to fly? There are a lot of what if's that's going on in my mind. I am torn.

 

What am just really sure, is that I will never let anything or do something that will put my loved ones at risk. So I decided to stay and work, and finish my contract. I keep saying this to myself, if my family is safer while I'm away, it will always be worth the sacrifice.

 

I still have fifteen months remaining with my second contract. Fifteen more months to wait for Covid-19 to just vanish. Fifteen more months, and as I promised to my daughter, I will be home... soon. 💗

 

#mystory