Hours past before they finally made it to the airport which was crowded than they thought. None of them had ever left the country in exception of Jacob. You could feel the fear and anxiety.
Elie killed the engines following his kids in the airport with their stuffs.
Each had their passport, they waited till they were good to go. David and Debbie had seen people in airports only on the television, though they had come or excursion just outside.
Right there it was huge, the crowd walking to and fro. Too many busy feet, no time to catch faces. It sounded noisy from people chatting and the speakers blaring with instructions.
They all slipped their jacket's on. Chan came just in time to wish his boy goodbye and good luck.
A man approached them. He looked like in his mid twenties. Whine coloured winter coat, gray inner sweat with butter coloured collars sticking out.
He shook hands with Elie and Chan, keeping a cheeky smile all the while.
