Sharon D
2009-09-30 05:31:44 UTC
I heard the high pitched ring of the phone coming from down the hallway. It came, just as I had placed my hand on the door knob, to leave the house. I turned around and hurried to answer it. It was the one phone call I should have never answered, the one I shouldn't have run back for, the call I should have just ignored and continued to walk out of my front door.
It was my brother Ryan. He said that mum hadn’t been feeling too well, he had asked if I would go and see her. He was dealing with separate family and work commitments and couldn’t go. Ryan is such a joker, I didn’t know whether to believe him at first, but the more the phone call continued, the more I realized he was serious..
Not long ago dad passed away and mum was suffering from severe depression. I was no longer working, so I agreed it was better that I went. It was, in fact, better for me to go rather than Ryan; he didn’t know how to say the right things to mum the way I did. Plus, if I didn’t go, I would worry myself sick anyway. I’m always worrying about mum, especially since my father’s death. Mum and dad moved to Australia just about 3 years ago, so it’s hard for Ryan and I to check on mum all the time. She doesn’t have any family out there, and it’s hard on her. Of course, she has her new friends, but at a time like this, she would just want us close by. I was thinking about just telling her to come home with me; she would be better off. I needed a ticket A.S.A.P.
Ryan booked my ticket that night and the next day I was on my way to Heathrow. I had my ticket to collect at check-in, as it was a last minute booking. When I arrived at the airport, about 3pm, I was starting to get nervous, I found myself concentrating on a family behind me in the queue, mum, dad, and their two kids.
"No, Shaun, stop it right now" The mum was saying to the little boy.
"I want my toy, now" Shaun demanded.
"It's packed away until we get home, now no more crying" she ordered.
I tried to focus on them to distract me from the upcoming flight, they reminded me of my own family, when we were little; Ryan would always stress mum and dad out, I was the angel. The only difference with them was that they were Australian. It was then, when I looked away from the little girl shaking her head at her brother, I noticed the flight was full, and I started to wonder how Ryan even got a ticket in the first place.
As I lingered over my last coffee in the airport lounge, It was cold, but I was determined to finish it, my thoughts turned to my mother. I wondered what had caused her to take an unexpected turn for the worst. The days before Ryan's phone call, when I had spoken to her last, she appeared to be getting better.
"Final boarding call for Virgin Atlantic flight 830 to Sydney" boomed the tanoid. The ticket agents' voice was bored, she didn't care if I made my flight. I grabbed my book and carry-on, and rushed through the lounge towards the gate. People were staring, but I didn't care, I had to make this flight. As I reached the gate, a woman in uniform closed a drawer at the counter, locking it with a key, as she talked to another woman in a matching suit. They looked at me, exchanging superior smiles.
"Flight 830" I gasped.
"Passport and boarding pass, please" The ticket agent sighed as she unlocked the drawer.
I hurried down the ramp and onto the plane. I hoped the family that was behind me in the queue, at check-in, would be seated near me, I would rather focus on them, than my own fears during the long flight. The plane held at least five hundred passengers. My seat, 16A, was in first class- thanks to Ryan. Where did he get the money from? I heard the family board, they must have been late too.
"I want my toy" Shaun was still crying. They turned the other direction and settled into their seats in coach. Fifteen minutes later we were preparing for take off.