Jo tells her husband that she is going out first, and to get the luggage himself. Outside, their entourage of Grandma, sisters, nieces, and assorted babies, including their own two kids, awaits. Jo grabs her firstborn, the daughter, and the both of them cry.
My wife follows me out, when I get the luggage, and her eyes scan the crowd for her little ones. She finds Isaac first, who was having a great time wandering around the airport, and picks him up right away. Faith walks over with Grandma and Grandpa, and has a big smile on her face. I take Isaac from his mother, so that she can carry her daughter too.
Mike's mother comments in Hokkien that Isaac is a mirror image of me, and the two families there laugh.
"Faith has been grouchy for the last two nights," Grandpa says, "She misses you two but did not know how to say it. She woke up three times last night crying for you, and partly because the aircon was down."
"Your father bought a cake," says Grandma, "So later we can have a small birthday party."
"So, Mom, the aircon, which you said was broken down completely, was it really down or did you check the switch of the compressor like I told you?" I ask my mother.
"Aiyah, you were right! Your son, that naughty Isaac, really did press the power switch off!" Grandma replies, "And your father, he kept scolding me for calling you on your holiday to tell you about the aircon."
"It's ok, lah. I told you it was Isaac. He has been playing with power switches lately." I say with a smile, not wanting to get the two of them started.
We say goodbye to Mike's entourage, and head for the car park. There will be dinner and a birthday cake for Faith when we get back. Faith will not know what the birthday fuss will be about, and she does not know where we were the last few days, but the smile on her face tells me what she does know.
Mommy and Daddy are home.