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so where we were last time?.... AhA! I remembered!


The plane was about to depart and my heart was beating wayyyy too fast, I clearly remembered there was a smiley flight attendant receiving the last passenger on board. This last lady was not as nice and beautiful as the last one. 


After thinking what to do for a few minutes I stood from my seat and asked; "Where is Maria??"
The flight attendant politely replied; "May I help you sir?"


I was too tired to try to speak good English so the first thing that came to my mind was; "Where is Maria?" 


She said; "Who is Maria?"


Obviously the flight attendant did not know who Maria was, but I thought they would have a list of people who were to be on the plane. 


right???


Anyways, I did not know how to explain that Maria was my mother's friends and that I was supposed to travel to NY with her. 


This last part I hope you guys can understand, but this is How I asked the flight attendant about Maria; "Maria is friend, my mother, here,  Maria Martinez please."


As if she had seen a ghost, the flight attendant was clueless and she wasn't smiling anymore :( ... She moved closer to me and told me to repeat what I've just said. I took a deep breath and told her the same thing. Even I couldn't understand what I said. lol


Eventually the flight attendant left and then she returned in like 5 minutes, but this time she was holding a bunch of papers with different names on it.  She showed me a list saying that there was NO Maria Martinez registered in this flight.


With my eyes wide open I tried to read all the names on the list. Many of them I could not pronounce, so i searched under the letter 'M'  to finally realized that Maria was not there. sooo bad!!!


Again the flight attendant politely told me; "I am so sorry your mother could not make it" and then she ordered me to put the seat belt on because the plane was going to take off at any time.


When I fasten the seat belt I felt much fear. "Should I stay or should I go??"


Minutes later the plane started moving slowly and there was no way to go back. There was no Maria, no beautiful flight attendant, and no direction to go.


Flying through the sky of Miami, I closed my eyes and fell into a deep sleep.

Gracias.

                 

Jason Castro / Somewhere over the rainbow