The Lost Malaysia Airlines

DISCLAIMER:

THIS STORY IS PURELY A WORK FICTION. IT HAS IN NO WAY, SHAPE OR FORM ANY RESEMBLANCE TO THE ACTUAL INCIDENT.  

A/N : The incident of missing Malaysia Airlines really touched me. I felt like crying. All the time my mind kept on thinking about the people on board, what all they must have been through. What actually happened to them is a huge mystery. And I feel sorry for them. I pray their souls rest in peace. And I pray that this never happens to anyone else ever again.

This story is in perspective of a little girl who was on the lost Malaysia airlines(my imagination). She was very little to understand most of the things that were happening on board around her and all that she has been through with that ‘little’ heart of her. I just came up with this story. So here it is for you. Please share your thoughts, I’ll be glad to hear from you guys.

The Lost Malaysia Airlines

 “Sweetie now come down. It’s about time, you should be leaving for the airport.”

“coming granny” I said to my grand ma, Karen. Who was in here late sixties and is my mum’s mother. I have been staying here with my mum and my granny since my parent’s got divorced. I don’t know why they separated, as they said ‘I was too young to understand’ . But I wasn’t, I was not a baby anymore. I’m a grown-up now, im ten years old . Don’t you think im big enough that I can handle such things? Yes, I know im a big girl now. I, Emilia Wilson, is big enough and my parents should understand that. I wanted to know why they left me broken into two. My one half is with my father, Noah Wilson, who stays out there in China far far away from me. And my other half is here inMalaysiawith my mum, Rebecca. I don’t like it like this, I really don’t. I want both my parent to be with me all the time. To love me together, not this way that I have to wait for the so called turn to get their love and hugs. No, I wanted them to be with me together like a happy family. A family that all my friends have but me. I feel really sad.

I put the last thing secretly in my bag before closing it again, a picture of me mum and dad together. I loved that picture so much, a perfect family I always wanted. My mum had already packed my suitcase with all the things I will need during my one month long vacation at my dad’s place. She would really get angry with me if she see that I still secretly have that picture with me. That’s the only picture I could save after their divorce, as my mum didn’t want any of ‘that man’s’ picture as she puts it, in this house of her. But I wanted.

I wore my Jacket and put on my side bag. Took a glance in mirror then took a look around my room for the last time. I already gave hugs to all my teddy bears and dolls, I have a lot of them. Some I bought while some I got as presents. Finally satisfied i went downstairs. My Grandma was waiting for me at the end of staircase. I smiled at her as I reached her and gave her a hug.

“I’ll miss you” she said while embracing me.

“I’ll miss you too, granny.” I moved to look at her warm face and kissed her cheek. I looked around to see my mother was not in the room. “where is mum?” she sighed. I understood she must be in her room crying her eyes out. She was not at all happy with the idea of me flying away for a month with my dad to his place as she feared I would not come back to her. Either because my father wouldn’t let me go or I myself didn’t want to come back to her after seeing the comfort that he could offer me which my mother could never afford. Which was not true. I loved my mother more than my father because he left me, just left me alone. Never turned back to look at me till whole two years while my mother was the one who struggled her life to give me everything I needed and was there with me.