It was five o’clock in the morning
when we arrived at Ninoy Aquino International Airport
in the Philippines.
It was hot and I was already sweating
as the humid air came right at our faces when we walked out of the airport
making us miss the inside of the airport already.
Then I see a group of people
this group of people I did not know
yet they were waving at us as if they knew who we were.
This group of people was my family
the family I haven’t seen in ten years
the family I never really remembered
because I was three years old when I last saw them.
We walked closer to them
we started talking to them.
Our cousins seemed a bit shy to talk to us
because of our English language.
We gave each other hugs;
awkward, yet comforting hugs.
We got into a white van with all our luggage
Driving from the airport
to a place we can call home.