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I WISH I WAS ENOUGH - CHAPTER 3
I felt stuck between the glorious temptation of puking over my old Tupac T-shirt or pissing myself and soaking my black tights. Either option would settle the current tribulation going on in my stomach. So I held my bags, and my warm feet shuffled through the crowds of people fleeing to their families and loved ones.
I'm not too fond of airports. The reasoning has nothing to do with the planes but more because of the chaos that always went down. Between checking in my bags, getting through TSA, and successfully making it onto the plane, it was too much for my mind to bare. There were too many people paid to help you, the passenger, but only a few helped. Others would pass you over to someone else, who would do the same because they were too lazy to assist or didn't know.
With my carry-on over my shoulder, I pulled my other two suitcases with both hands. I tried to pack as much stuff as could fit in these bags. My mother informed me that she would have everything in my room put in storage and later shipped to me.
I nearly tripped as someone walking by bumped into me, causing my shoulder bag to fall. Rude! That is another reason why I hate airports! Too many people.
I followed the directions that I got from a random lady who was on my flight to Florida. She told me where to go, and I should find the person I'm looking for. The main problem was I didn't have a clear memory of how my father looked now. I mean, the last time I saw him was seven years ago and then he was lean, tall, with long locs. But now I am still determining what this man looks like.
I continued to walk through the throngs of people that crowded my view.
"Attention! Attention!" I heard someone shout. "Help me find my daughter! Brooklyn Hudson!"
I frowned at the sound of my name. Why was someone yelling my name? Moreover, where in the world had this voice come from? I paused and turned around, trying to locate the voice. But then I heard another voice.
"Sir, this is the third and last time I'll tell you this. You must lower your voice," a gruff voice says.
"Hey, cool it, my guy. You're just a fancy mall cop, anyway. I'm trying to find my child before her mother talks my dang ear off." The voice says. I giggled at the guy's words, but my eyes roamed to find the familiar voice.
"There she is! Brookl!" I turned at the voice to see a man with shoulder cut locs resembling an older version of my father carrying a huge poster and giant balloons in his hands. His sandy brown locs had grown out at the roots, and mini pieces of free-forming locs hung closer to his eyes.
"Brooklyn!" My dad engulfed me into a tight hug, suffocating me with everything he had with him.
From just getting off a flight, going through the airport to find him, I felt bum-rushed by his embrace. But, on the other hand, he appeared restless from his attire and the look within his eyes. I questioned my mother's words of being patient with him due to his new lifestyle but I hadn't known exactly what she meant by that until now.
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