Our waiter asked us how old The Little One was.
"Fifteen months," we told him.
How quickly time flies. She was a month old when we first brought her with us to the restaurant.
We asked him if he had any children.
"A girl," he told us. "She's fourteen now. She lives all by herself in the Ph/ll/p/nes."
All by herself at fourteen?
"Yes her mum is working here with me as a nurse. We thought that by working here for a few years we could provide her a better future. "
"With the salaries we earn here, we could afford to send her a much better school."
Obviously the sacrifice is that their teenage daughter is growing up without her parents.
Not all expats get a cushiony package. But almost all come with hope to get a better life for their loved ones, one way or other.