Leaving Australia behind

Leaving Australia behind

PERTH AIRPORT

APRIL 17, 2008

“ 20 minutes to the departure,” my husband checked the information board: “ What about a cup of coffee?”

I smiled at him: “ You don’t drink coffee.”

Mat pushed in between us and laughed: “ That’s good idea, I will have a milkshake.”

“ You always wants something, you little brat,” my twenty years old daughter stroke his hair and turned to me before moving to the nearby ‘ Jamaican Blue’: “ You want something Mum, I think I get latte.”

I shook my head and Mat followed her immediately.

“ Come on, Jake,” I turned to my seventeen old son who stood nearby with a bored expression on his face.

“ Are you ready?” My husband got hold of my hand when we sat around the empty table.

“ I ordered a ‘takeaway’ in case I don’t finish,”  Basha rushed back to the table: “ And asked them to hurry.”

“ I will,” shouted Mat gulping his huge chocolate milkshake.

“ You and your latte,” Jake looked up Basha annoyingly: “ You can’t take it with you anyway.”

Basha stopped drinking and glared at him: “ What’s your problem, at least I offered to go with Mum.”

“ What’s your problem?” Jake mimicked her voice and rolled his eyes: “ You can also take this little ‘nuisance’ with you because I am not going to look after him.”

Mat stopped drinking and shouted at Jake across the table: “ I’m not a nuisance, you are.”

I looked crossly at Jake and he rolled his eyes again: “ Of course you are not, Mat and I know, Mum, it’s only one week and Dad has to work on a farm, but I have to also study.”

“ Just checking some minerals on computer,” Basha grimaced at him: “ You should see my volumes of Law…”

Jake waved his hand: “ Who wants to stay at UNI for six years reading that.”

“ At least I will be someone.”

Jake laughed: “ I will earn in mines in one week what ‘teachers’,” he pointed at me and continued: “ earn here in one semester.”

“ Stop you two,” my husband said sharply and suddenly there was silence around the table.

“ I wonder who would teach you if everyone decides to go up North to work in mines, money are not everything, you know.” I smiled at them.

My husband turned back to me with a gentle smile and asked again: “ Are you ready?”

“ What are you talking about?” Mat enquired coming back

back from toilets.

“ Nothing concerning YOU,” Jake replied and slowly stood up: “ I think they start boarding, ready Mum?’

“ Ready as I can be,” I sighed in resignation: “ It was fifteen years ago when I left.”

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