You love the Philippines. This is the first country to make you and Henry really feel accepted. Manila is the place you held your first solo at. You treasure and cherish those Hello Kitty fans we waved before you.
And we’re both looking forward to seeing each other again.
But eleven days before the concert date, we knew you couldn’t make it.
Stupid visa problems. Now I can’t help myself but blame both our governments why they don’t have a bilateral agreement on immigration.