My First Flight

I am at the airport. My passport is in my hand. I hold it very tight.

This is my first flight. I am afraid. I look at my passport again. It is still there. My name, my photo. Everything is okay.

The plane is big. So many people. Where do I go? What do I do?

A woman in blue smiles at me. “First flight?” she asks.

“Yes,” I say. My voice is small.

“Don't worry. It's going to be fine. Just follow me.”

I put my passport away. I am going to be okay. The journey starts now.