Airports! I loathe them with passion. I walk through the building
in excitement, and at the same time, fear. Tears brimmed in my eyes,
sadness crawled in my heart, but I ignored it.
12 hour before we left for the airport.
"Please!" I pleaded.
"No Princess!"He replied shaking his head. It's been more than 2
hours since I started begging him and mom to let me go to New York
and him denying it. I know Mumma would not have much problem
as Papa.