I believe I can fly

Yesterday night, August 4^th, Abby, Connie and Philip took a Cathay Pacific Plane to Canada.

I worried most of the afternoon whether their luggage, six pieces, mostly big could possibly be put inside my car (just a 5-seater). As if it were a miracle, they could be squeezed into the back compartment (four pieces) and into the trunk (two pieces). Grandma, Tony, Connie and Abby took an air-bus to the airport first. Philip sat next to me in my car. I was the driver, not to mention.

Abby ran about wildly at the airport. Thanked to lots of people – Abby’s grandmas, uncles and aunt, Philip’s colleagues, church friends, in turns, ran after her, otherwise she would get lost in this big airport. I could say, Tony was the main person who kept a close eye at her for most of the time.

It had been a long time since I took planes to United States, Australia and Singapore from this airport. Yesterday I found that the restricted area had been enlarged and came very close to the check-in counters for different airlines. Recently I read from newspaper that renovation is carrying out on this Departure Level of Terminal 1. After renovation, inside the restricted area, passengers will have to pass the security check-points before they go past the Immigration counters. It is logical to do this.

From the photos, Connie walked in front while Philip was pushing Abby in her “extra light” pram from behind before they stepped into the restricted area.

I thought Abby would sing the “Cathay Pacific” song, if she really could, “I believe I can fly. I believe I can touch the sky!......”. The Cathay Pacific plane did make her dream come true and it had arrived safely at its destination after the twelve-hour flight.

I hope the life in Canada suits Abby!