My mom took an immediate flight back to Hong Kong because of my aunt. In all her 25+ years of travel, she had always been with my dad. Often times, relying on him to navigate even the simplest of directions in plane travel. But that's how it's always been, and when it comes to experiencing the joys of travel, the two are inseparable. Romantic isn't it? Well this time, she had to go alone.
Even days before the flight, my father would show concern. To be honest, I thought it was no big deal. I just told her to always look up, ask questions, and double check everything. It used to be my parents sending me off to trips with the concern for safety, but as I was driving my mom to the airport at 6:45 am on sat, I felt the roles have reversed.
She would often ask naive questions that get me concerned, like "when do I use the aeroplan card?", or "could I bring in liquids?". From check in to baggage check, I grew weary at the fact that my mother had to travel alone. Even as I was walking away, it was like sending your kids off to the first day of school, you can't help but always look back and wave to reassure yourself that they will be OK.
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