I was 12. The weather hot, schools out it’s the season of vacation. On that day the bell had rang, scorching outside as if I was living in a oven I raced to get home as I knew we where going somewhere beautiful and tropical as my parents described. I shoved everything I wanted to bring in my suitcase I couldn’t bear waiting anymore. Our flight was delayed which made me smoke as if I had just eaten a Carolina reaper. So since it was delayed I waited as if our door was frozen shut. Finally when it reached the next day we woke up at 6 am. Drove to the airport as fast as lightning. Walking through the airport it was as if I was blind I would only hear here where so many people. Going through security was a hassle but as my mom told me “ it was