I have never thought of myself as a patient person. I remember throwing a fit when I was a kid because my mother took so long in her photoshoot. Dad was busy pacifying me by telling me he’d buy me everything I want. But I still threw the biggest tantrum I have ever had in my entire life.
But this six-hour flight made me believe that I am indeed a woman of patience and self-control.
I can never explain how happy I was when the captain told us that we’re about to land. I could jump on my seat if I could. But then I would look so weird in front of this annoying man beside me.
Sure, he didn’t annoy me. He didn’t even talk to me—that, I am thankful of. But then, his presence is just as annoying and frustrating as his talkative self. It didn’t matter that he didn’t talk at all.
I grabbed
