An Angel With A Tennis Racket

Returning Home

Within the crowded line of passengers, gathered around the conveyer belt, I stood there with my head slightly lowered, waiting for my luggages. In case someone recognized me, I had worn a long black wig and a hoodie, same as I have always done since...that day.

I sighed as it was taking quite a bit of time and took out my phone and earphones, plugged it in then scrolled through my playlist. I looked up again to see both of my luggages coming down as I put the playlist on shuffle. As they came closer to me, I went over and hauled them both out onto the stroller. I heard a gasp and turned to see a kid gawking at me.

"Woah, miss! You sure are strong!"

I gave him a small smile as his mother apologizes. I shook my head, gesturing that no harm was done, and turned back to the conveyer belt to see my tennis bag. I lifted it off the belt and unzipped it, looking to see if anyone of the rackets are damaged in anyway. I did pay double to make sure that the bag was given extra care.

"You play tennis too?"

I closed my bag after seeing no damage and looked down at the boy. He was still staring at me with a grin plastered on his face. What a curious and cheerful little guy? His mother gave me an apologetic look as I gave her the same kind of smile I gave the boy and patted his head before pushing the stroller away.

"Mom! I want to be a tennis player when I grow up." I heard the boy's cherry voice as I was walking away. "I want to be as strong as her! Then, I will definitely be able to help you get the luggages!"

I gave out a silent snort when I heard the last part. Want to be strong...to be able to lift luggages....hmmm.

Blake. He reminds me of you...