I was sitting at the airport’s boarding gate with Dad, waiting for boarding. I was excited, not only because it’s my first time to Singapore, but also because we were upgraded to first class at the check-in. I had always wanted to try first class seats when passing by them on an airplane before. Passengers there seemed to get big and comfy seats. And I heard they even got better food and drinks.
Just before boarding, I saw a lady carrying a crying baby, with a toddler girl beside her. They had two carry-on suitcases with a few extra bags. The little girl was very helpful. She helped her mom with the suitcases and tried her best to make her baby brother laugh.
I looked at them, thinking if I could do anything to help them. I took out my flight ticket and my eyes fell on the seat number again. Then I looked up. The baby was still crying. The little girl was busy with the suitcases that were almost her height.
I made up my mind and talked to Dad.
“You sure? It’s the first class you’ve always wanted.”
“Yes, Dad.”
“I’m so proud of you sweetheart. Go ahead.”
“Thanks so much Dad for being supportive. I know you like first class too.”
I walked towards the lady and handed out the tickets, “Excuse me, would you like to swap tickets?” The lady took a look at them and looked surprised. “Are you sure? My seats are at the very back of the plane!”
I replied without hesitation, ”Don’t worry! I think you need these seats more than we do. Besides, the back seats are closer to the kitchen. I can always get a cup of juice whenever I want.”
“Thank you so much! You’re such a nice young lady.”
On the plane, I was sitting at the back seat with Dad, holding a cup of apple juice. The apple juice was really sweet, but my heart felt even sweeter.
