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So where was I. The last time we saw our Filipino friend he was at the airport. Let's rewind a little bit. I had stayed at a friends place the night before. She had the same time flight I had and she lived an hour away from the airport. She offered to let me stay at her place then we head off to the airport together. I arrived at her place settled down for a couple of minutes then she and I decided to meet up with a couple of hashers for drinks. They thought it would be funny to keep me up until about 3am. When I eventually got to sleep at 3am-ish I needed to get back up in 3 hours for my flight at 11 am. I planned to wake up at 6am. That didn't happen at all, I woke up at 7 am. My friend and I had to rush out of the door and catch the correct bus to the airport. I was able to check in and get everything together by around 9am-ish. The first flight I had to take was to China and from there was a direct flight to America. My flight leaves promptly at 11 am and I arrive in China 2 hours after my flight departed from South Korea. I was informed that I had to go through customs and pick up my baggage then check into my flight for America. I had only 3 hours to do so. Once I got off the plane I started running. If I was to make my flight to America in Time I had to clear many obstacles; which included immigration into China, baggage claim, running to the correct terminal for my flight, checking into the flight, and finally passing through security. I had no problems at immigration and baggage claim. I found out that the terminal that I had to be at was at least 1 km away from where I was. So walking was out of the question. I had 2 check in baggage, one with rollers and a box. Trying to manage that with semi-running across an airport terminal was not fun. After my short 1 km sprint I make it to the correct terminal and find my way to the check-in for my flight. As I approached the check-in sweaty and out of breath, my first words to a random stranger was "is this the line for Continental?" The woman, who I had asked, looks me up and down and says yes it is. I breath a sigh of relief. Then I peer over to look at the line, it had wrapped around quite a bit with a large amount of people. Then I sighed in disbelief and frustration. At that moment I only had 2 and a half hours to get check-in and get passed security. I was pacing up and down in my area the whole time I was in line. The woman in front of me kept on looking back at me, or trying to make excuses to look at me. I was too distracted at the time to start a conversation and my flirting. After I check-in and get passed security, I run into her again. I had about an hour until my flight and she was on the same flight as me. She and I started walking together. I start talking to her and make conversation. I start flirting with her a little bit. The first round of questions went like this. Where are you going? She answered Boston. I replied with a few stories of Boston I had. I told her my destination. I asked her what she was doing in China. I told her I was a teacher in Korea and tell her some stories about that. I asked her what she does in America. She responded "I am a student." I thought to myself, oh she looks older then a student but oh well. I asked her what school she goes too. Then there was a long pause. She looks around a little bit and responds "yeah, I am in high school." She goes further into it and says "I just turned 16 last month." The first words out of my mouth was "no way." She proceeded to prove it to me and our conversation went to a dead stop. I tried to recover and pass it off as if I wasn't hitting on her for the past couple of minutes. She apologized to me several times for some reason. I told her that there was no need and I was just talking to her for entertainment. Then I pretended to get hungry, she pretended to have people to meet up with and we went our separate ways. The flight was normal, nothing out of the ordinary. I land right on time in America around 6pm. My brother had set up a dinner with my parents around 9ish. I get out of the security and immigration around 8ish. I call my brother and tell him I am here. He tells me he is a couple of minutes away. So there I was in Newark waiting for my brother. I couldn't believe I was home again. I was back in America, it seemed like Mars at the moment. I was in shock that I was in shock. Then I see my brother pull up in his car. I was wearing sunglasses and regular clothes. I see my brother and his fiance in the car. They are looking around in confusion. They were looking at me and I was looking straight at them. They could hardly disbelieve that I looked the way I looked. We all hugged it out for a couple of moments. Then we drive off for home. My brother and his fiance we super happy and still in disbelief. We were all excited to see the reaction from my parents. So we get to my area and my brother drops me off down the block so that no one suspects me being home. The plan was I hold on to my brother's cell phone and his fiance sends me a text message to come in. So there I was waiting and waiting and waiting until I get it. A couple of minutes later my brother comes running down my street. He informs me that his fiance forgot her cellphone at home. We have a quick laugh and he grabs the phone from me and tells me the new plan. He told my parents that he left his cellphone in the car. So he runs back into the house he told me to count to 60 before I come in. He walks into the house and I start counting. Once the 60 was over I started opening the door. I hear my parents talking in the background. My father was the first to see me and then my mother saw me a moment after. I said nothing to them. I quickly sit down and start eating food from the table. I wait for a few moments and I say "hey." My parents faces were just in shock. My father was half smiling and shock same as my mother. Everyone was in silence which seemed to last forever. Then my mother started crying. She cried for a while. She cried so much that we had to make sure that she was OK. After the initial shock we all start laughing and tell them what happened. Then I proceeded to yell at my parents for not listening to me about waiting to buy the tickets to see me. The night proceeded as normal. My parents were still in shock and I was just glad to be home. I ate some good home cooked food that I missed very much. We had a good night of laughs and happiness.

If I had a thousand words to describe the look on my parents faces I would. I do not have the capacity to write about it. I wish I had a camera at the time to show you all, but I did not. You have to take my word for it. I blew their minds and melted their faces.


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The End



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-Cezar-

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