Our youngest daughter, a high school freshman, returned home from Japan yesterday morning. She was gone for eight days. While happy for her to travel to and learn about life in another country, we all remained worried and nervous.
Unbeknownst to our youngest daughter, and on the same day she left for Japan, a Malaysian flight
We spoke with our youngest daughter last evening, or rather early this morning, 3am PDT to be exact.
I was the first direct connect, we hearing her voice, she mine and my husband’s, since we saw her off last Friday morning.
“I miss you,”
Around eleven-thirty last evening I received a text from our youngest daughter stating that she and her schoolmates had arrived safely in Japan.
“We’re here and everything is good,” she had written. “I love you,” along with her code for letting me know she sent the text.
I wrote back,
This morning we drove our youngest daughter to SFO to board a flight with fellow schoolmates headed for an eight-day stay in Japan.
Driving my SUV along the freeway to the airport, my husband in the passenger seat beside me, and our youngest in the back with her suitcase
Our youngest daughter is leaving for a week-long enrichment trip to Japan with her schoolmates. Two teachers, a priest, and a female teacher are heading up the excursion.
It will be a first for the school that annually sends students abroad and around the world, as well as to local hideaways.
Our daughter is the only freshman