"Big brother! How does it feel to soar above the sky?" A charming little girl approached me with this unexpected question.
I observed her bright smile, innocent and pure. I guessed she was about six years old. Her eyes sparkled with curiosity, and it was clear she had a vivid imagination. I crouched down to her level, returning her smile.
"Well..." I began, choosing my words carefully.
"It feels like floating on a soft, gentle breeze. You know that feeling when you swing really high at the playground? It's like that, but even more magical. The world below looks like a beautiful painting, and you feel as free as a bird."
Her eyes widened in wonder as she listened, clearly captivated by the idea.
"Wow!" she exclaimed, clapping her hands together.
"Can you really fly like that?" I chuckled softly, appreciating her enthusiasm.
"In a way, yes. Sometimes, when we let our imaginations take flight, we can go anywhere and do anything." I gently patting her head. Watching her remind me of my deceased little sister.
She nodded solemnly, as if taking my words to heart, and then skipped away, her mind undoubtedly filled with new adventures to dream about. As I watched her go, I couldn't help but feel a sense of bitterness.
"Owh how I hope it was true..." I whispered to myself, feeling the weight of reality settle back in. The dreams of flying, of reaching beyond the ordinary, were enchanting but elusive. Yet, watching the little girl, I realized that perhaps the magic wasn't in the act of flying itself, but in the belief that it was possible.
As I stood there, I reflected on the dreams I once held, the aspirations that felt so real but so distant. Suddenly, an announcement for my flight echoed through the terminal. I hurriedly made my way to the gate.
The bustling airport was a world of its own, filled with people from all walks of life, each with their own stories, dreams, and destinations.
As I boarded the plane, I couldn't shake the conversation with the little girl from my mind. Her innocent question had reminded me of the boundless possibilities of imagination, something that often gets overshadowed by the demands of adult life.
Settling into my seat, I glanced out the window, watching as the ground crew prepared the aircraft for departure. The engines roared to life, and soon we were taxiing down the runway. As the plane lifted into the sky, I felt a familiar thrill—a fleeting moment where reality and dreams seemed to blend seamlessly.
Gazing at the clouds below, I allowed myself a moment of reflection. How often do we let our dreams take a backseat to practicality? The little girl's wonderment was a gentle nudge, reminding me that it's never too late to dream, to let our imaginations soar.
The flight attendants commenced their usual duties, distributing refreshments and making sure all passengers were comfortable. I gratefully accepted a cup of tea, appreciating the warmth it offered. As I took a sip, a sudden explosion resonated throughout the airplane.
"Boom!" The flames were the last thing I saw before everything went dark.