The very first day.

The farewell drama almost come to an end, it's finally the time to wave real-goodbye to everyone.

The feelings was heavy, but I made it through. I walked myself passing the immigration at the same time I'm still able to hear my nephew calling my name. My heart sobbing, but rushing to catch the aero-train to the Satellite buildings as the departure time will be in another 45 minutes; I don't want to miss my flight; or I can't afford to miss it. Entering the departure hall, quickly I look for an empty seat and continue sobbing. There is one Mat Salleh sat in front of me probably noticed that I'm crying, and he probably understand my situation just by looking at me and he ignored me and let me layan my own perasaan. >.<

The feeling of leaving was terrible, I really hope I don't need to experience this next time. 

Am flying with British Airways, KL -> Heathrow -> Sofia. A little longer as it's going to transit in London and then back to Sofia. After 13 hours, the flight safely landed in Heathrow around 530AM in the morning, and the next flight to Sofia is at 8AM. After unwind and refreshed myself, I then headed to the gate for my next flight. I am started to feel anxious when I saw their faces - the locals, the serious and un-friendly faces. Tried to calm myself down, and I was telling myself, "This is nothing, we had this kind of faces in Malaysia too. Not everyone are friendly to anyone, that's just you." I feel slightly better.

Finally after close to 3 hours flight, we touched-down on the land of Sofia - the real destination. The Cyrillic alphabet welcomes me from everywhere. I do expect this. So I dragged myself to Baggage collection - and I had to rush as someone is already waiting for me outside. I had 4 supersize baggage, 2 of them were extra-heavy! I already predicted that I'm going to have a hard time stacking them up onto the trolley. I've tried my best for the 2 of them and it was successful, and come the 3rd one I'm starting to struggle. I want to ask for help, but no one looks like willing to help me. I'm exhausted but still tried to stack them up but failed tremendously. Thank God, there is one middle-age-man came to me and offer to help. He probably see that I'm struggling for quite sometime already. 😢 I think he's  British by the look as well as he speaks fluent English; didn't notice his accent as I was panting talking to him. Nevertheless, I'm so glad I met someone like him. Regardless of who he is, I felt so indebted to him. At least, there are still someone with a kind heart exists.

Not to be hypocrite, I did have some prejudice thinking towards other people when I was struggling earlier. But then not long after that, I was slapped by my ownself, "who am I to judge them?". I was then realized, I shouldn't behave that way. When that feelings came, I keep reminding myself not to be one as we never have the right to judge other people.

And again, if that situation ever happened, I will never learn that there are still good people around me. Lesson learnt, let's try to think as positive as we can. The world is still filled with good people, if you can't find one, be one.

Everytime you judge someone, you reveal a part of yourself that needs healing.

XoXo,

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