Although my eyesight are constantly looking for the next gate number with other travellers, there are things that are attracting my eyes. Some of travellers are empty-handed while some are heavily loaded with backpacks or suitcases. It is interesting watching people walking across me, and I was wondering why they are so heavily loaded.

‘Are they moving house?’ There is one question jumped into my brainstorm while my eyesight keeps checking on the gate number.

There is a line created by people beside the front desk with the staff. Staff are wearing pretty nice uniforms, and they are currently focusing on the computer screen. People are either scrolling their phones or chatting with their companies in the queue. My eyes are seeking whether to sit down on the sofa with others or stand in the line to continue the queue.

I decided to place my passport and the boarding pass from my right hand to my left hand. Then, I take my phone slowly from my pocket and see the time by pressing the button that sits on the top of the phone.

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There is 22:15 appears on my phone screen while the queue started to move gradually. Therefore, I join in the queue immediately by standing behind a group of travellers. They are talking in English, and I can barely understand what they are chatting about. I sigh while I am getting closer to the front desk. There are two staff members standing beside the queue, taking everyone’s passport and boarding pass for checking.

I move my eyesight from these staff to the giant airplane that can be seen through the transparent huge window. Also, I can see crowds walking through the tunnel toward the plane gradually. When I look at the sky behind the airplane, I realise this is my last chance for turning back, and my wife and daughter suddenly float in the river of memory.

The smile of my daughter while holding her cute, soft, fluffy, adorable rabbit…

When my wife turns to me saying, ‘Welcome home’ when she finished her dishes from the sink…

Putting hands on my palm and attempting to sit up from the pure white creased bed — Father-in-law…

And mother-in-law sitting next to the plastic white solid chair looking at her husband talking to me…

All scenes of the story are dropping unhurriedly like raindrops down on the river of memory and faded out while the group in front are moving. As the staff gets closer in my perspective, I have opened my passport with the boarding pass above the detailed page for preparation.