We meet again

Chapter 5

 "You heard and I share my opinion with him," I exhaled. I admit I overdo it with learning, but not everyone in turn has to tell me that. It gets stupid and irritating.

"Then I'll talk to you in the evening. In the group video, do we want to tell you and Layla what's there? "- I looked out the window for a moment and saw that we were close. So little more.

"Okay, we'll talk. Talk to you soon, " I interrupted and put my cell phone back in my pocket. I waited a few more minutes until we reached the airport. We put our suitcases up front on the tape and I just took the bag.

"Are you going to let the car go or what?" I stood next to Dad and looked at him, and he shook his head and kept walking.

"Your uncle will pick him up in a few minutes," I nodded. I was more attached to my mom, and whenever I wanted to start some conversation with my dad, I never knew what. He came back about a year ago, and before that I only saw him on holidays and now it's weird for me to be next to him and especially go on vacation with him. We reached a counter that was already full of people and we stood in line to wait. The whole time I was looking around as people were getting ready to go, and somewhere I even saw some crying. Probably their love will never come back or at least for a long time. It's not even my thing nor do I know what's going on. I don't even know why I'm thinking about them right now. I'm probably turning my thoughts to myself. I looked back at the line and saw Dad giving something, and then they let us go. We walked down some long hallway and then out into the air. I finally had a chance to see the plane up close. It was wonderful. I smiled as I watched him. We went inside and the flight attendant showed us that I was going to the opposite side from my parents. I said nothing but just walked to the other side and sat down next to an elderly person.

"Good afternoon!" - I knew how much some older person likes kindness and I saw that she is such a person. I sat down next to her and she smiled kindly at me.

"Good afternoon, child!" I smiled at her and looked away. The person on the other side was nowhere near this person I was sitting next to. She was older, but she looked arrogant and thought only of herself. I dropped the bag on the floor and looked at the woman next to me again.

"Gabriela," I told her cheerfully. I needed to tell her that. I held out my hand to her, and she accepted it cheerfully.

"Elizabeth." She had such a beautiful name. I liked it. Somehow that name has a long history. It has been mentioned for many centuries. And with queens and other people who are a little below.

"Are you traveling alone?" She had such a gentle voice. I shook my head and looked at her a little better. Her wrinkled blue eyes stood out. Her gray hair was tied in a bun, and she was wearing an older model's dress that fit her perfectly. She was gray, and there was another gray hat on her feet. She really likes gray.

"I am with my parents. They are there in front. "- I pointed my finger at her and she nodded her head still smiling. She looked so cheerful.

"Do you live in France or are you visiting?" She shook her head and looked out the window. She was really happy, but she couldn't say why.

"I'm going for the first time. A few days ago I was told that I had heart cancer and that I had a little more left, and I had always wanted to visit Paris. I finally go and I don't care if I die there or come back and die, it's important to me that I visit him. What about you? "- she fulfilled her wish even after all those years and I was really glad for her. I felt happier now.

"I wanted to visit France in general and now I will be there for three months before I return." - nodded his head. It looked like she was proud of me. I have the perfect roommate for the trip. It doesn't even matter that she's so much older than me, it's great that she's this good.