Everything was still dark outside, but the interior of the airport was already quite lit. While many stores were still safely enclosed in their wire encasings, their merchandise all bearing their city name proudly before them, travelers and workers alike quickly bustled from one place to another making sure everything was in order.
Before entering the gate, families and lovers attempt to delay the impending separation through tearful goodbyes and well wishes to their traveling counterparts. Hand shakes and hugs are exchanged while mothers and fathers go over their list of things that might have been forgotten intermixed with things that must be remembered.
“Do you have your passport?”
“Don’t forget to call once you land to let us know you arrived safely.”
“Do you have your contact’s information so you know where to go when you land?”
“Is everything labeled?”
“Do you have all your luggage?”
“Make sure to email us about all your adventures!”
“You remembered your passport right?”
The questions begin to repeat themselves. Overhead jets are already heard loudly flying off into the skies. Malaysia, Cairo, San Francisco, Paris, all the destinations in the world all eagerly awaiting the sights of the massive jets landing upon their runway bringing weary travelers into their welcoming cities. A thousand miles up in the sky, hundreds of adventurers await their newest destination. All within the narrow confinements of a 747 jet.
“Do you have everything?”
A smile. A nod. Followed by a last hug.
“Yes Papa.”
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