My dad called before to figure out when we can meet in Auckland. When we'd finished talking, he ended the conversation with "cheers" and abruptly hung up.
I'm his daughter, not a work mate. I'm not my mum, either, with whom he has a strained relationship. I barely even had time to say goodbye.
It's put me in a bad mood all day, even though I feel like I should be acting happy and excited.
In other (better) news, my packing is all done. After all the fuss, it really didn't take that long. I have two carry on bags and two big bags, one of which will be full of presents for family.
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