first Ramadhan

My first daughter and her father went to Ngawi by Sritanjung -name of train- yesterday. Even though I know that for her kindness, for her future, and I've prepared myself to face it, I feel sad until now. When I called her at 5.30 pm to ask about their condition, I tried to strength myself, but when I listened her voice, I started to cry. Maybe because i've already missed her....but i tried to hold it, because i know, if her father knew that I cried, he must be angry to me ....hope, she will stand in there.... be nice Farah.....