Last night when I got back to Surabaya, I cried because I missed my Grandma. My husband held me and asked me why. I said that from now on, no one would bless me before my every trip. He replied that what I think was wrong.
This morning, before he left to work, he blessed me and said, “I told you, there is someone to bless you”. It is our custom to bless each other every morning, but I didn’t realized how big his care and love for me.