Bella’s POV
The next day I was at the airport with my little boy. Aunty dropped us and bid us goodbye as we got ready to board the plane. We went through security check, went to our boarding gate and waited for an hour until it was time to board. It would be my little man’s first flight and he was over the moon. He asked all sorts of questions about planes, some hard to understand with the slurring of words. He is still learning how to pronounce words and I tried answering the best I could, using words his little brain could comprehend. While we were still waiting to board the airplane, he asked a question I would never had thought it would play in this almost three year old’s mind. He was playing with his toy airplane and he just went like, “whoosh! Fying to see Dada!” I was puzzled. Whe
