• Part 2

I sat there looking at the world down below, the view was incredible. But soon enough I got bored. I was still clutching the warm towel that the flight attendants passed out to each passenger so I passed it to my mother who gave it back to the flight attendants. I decided to turn on the screen that was in front of me. I used the little remote underneath to control it. I was still chewing on the little sour gummies my mom gave me that I can eat so my ears wouldn’t get stuffed. I looked through the movies they had, I was anticipating to watch the live action Cinderella movie that released before we planned for our Singapore/India trip. Since they put in the movie in the menu on the screen, I decided to watch it. A few moments later a flight attendant came along our row and gave us each a packet of peanuts. I really liked the peanuts they always passed out so I ate them quickly. Along with the peanuts they gave me a little earphone holder that had a Disney Frozen character. My brother got a similar one but a deep blue with a character from the movie Monsters University. It was really cute and it was going to be really handy for when school started up again.

As I continued watching the movie my dad switched on his screen, scrolling through. My brother was watching the movie Home, my mom was watching it as well. A moment later another flight attendant came along with a cart full with juice cartons, coffee, and mugs and cups, along with little creamers and sugar packets for the warm drinks. My brother got apple juice along with my parents, and I asked for some orange juice. I paused it to drink it slowly. We still had thirteen hours and thirty minutes more until we arrived at Hong Kong. But I didn’t mind. I always love the whole experience of going to airports and going on long flights. I get so sad when we go to an airport but only to pick someone up, and not us boarding the plane ourselves. I love the experience and counting down the days until I will be in the air. Alas, this is only every two or three years for me, so I enjoy every moment I have aboard. I looked out the window the world passed by down below. I sipped my orange juice. Watching and watching. Soon another flight attendant came along with trays of food and gave one to my dad, one to my mom, one for my brother, and one to me. When we booked our flight ticket we were able to choose which food that we wanted for us to eat in the flight, we ate vegetarian Indian food. Surprisingly, the food was much better then what they served the last time we went. It tasted really good, I ate and watched the world down below silently. It was still quite dark, since it was about two thirty or three o’clock in the morning.

Th meal consisted of vegetable rice, a little cup of fruit, plain yogurt, little dinner rolls with butter to spread on it, pickle slices, chutney, gravy, and an Indian flat bread. I brushed off the leftover crumbs on my seat belt and shirt. I told my mom that I had to use the restroom. I unbuckled my seat belt. Finally, I have mastered the ways of the airline seatbelt. When I was one the plane the last time a few years ago, I struggled to put the seat belt on, and take it off. I shimmied my way to the little walkway towards the bathroom. I stepped inside and did my business. When I was little, I used to be terrified by something incredibly odd… Locks. That’s right. Locks. I was always afraid that every time I locked a door, I was so scared that I would be trapped inside forever. Especially if it consisted of the ones in airplane bathrooms. Though I am not scared anymore I have to admit. I honestly still am kinda scared of locking myself for eternity in a bathroom stall. I know it sounds weird and really stupid but I have very few fears. This is one of them. But now that I was older and more experienced I wasn’t scared at all. Okay maybe a little but that isn’t the point here.

I walked back to my seat. A flight attendant smiled at me and I grinned back. I think that they have a lot of stamina. What I mean is every time you see them, you can never see a single trace of sluggish body behavior, they never look tired. While we look so tired with bags under our eyes, and our muscles aching, here they are standing there, posture is absolutely perfect, their eyes always have that happy glint in them, their mouths are nothing but smiles, their voices are as soft, gentle, and kind. They never ever snap at you or have an edgy tone. They stay like that even after thirteen or more hours. I don’t think I would ever be able to be that way without having thorough training. I out my seat belt on( without struggle) I settled in my seat and my mom handed me an extra pillow that I could put on my armrest. I took a quick look at the scene in the window before drifting off to a deep and very much needed soundless sleep. A long while later I woke to the sounds of the bustling awaking of the morning. The sky was a brilliant light blue. The clouds were like big white puffs of cotton. I was so tempted to reach out and touch them. The landscape below was incredible. It had been quite a while since we had dinner, so the flight attendants came along, bumbling along the walkways serving passengers their breakfasts. I ate and watched a little bit of my movie as well as making sure my brother didn’t stain the seat with butter, juice, and jelly.

A few hours later we finished our lunches. For a while I scrolled through the movies, looked out the window, talked with my brother, and made pictures in my head of the scenes before me. But then over the speaker we heard a voice stating that we were going to be landing in Hong Kong in fifteen minutes. The plane went up and down. I was surprised I didn’t throw up in the past thirteen and a half hours of the flight. I have quite a sensitive stomach and I was very surprised at my own shocking achievement. I watched as we went down, down, down, until we were hovering above the runway. I know it sounds super weird but I really like when we have turbulence in flights. I love going really fast and then going on a bumpy turn or road so this was super fun for me. I gripped on to the armrests until it winded down. Then finally we stopped. We were finally here. In Hong Kong. I was here.