Flight 562On Saturday, I usually got up, had breakfast, brushed my teeth and got dressed to go out. But this Saturday was different. That Saturday I was supposed to visit my uncle in New Zealand. I had purposefully ignored my uncle since 4th grade when he bought me an ugly Christmas sweater and forced me to wear it. All day I had obnoxious laughter from everyone. But I was 18 and that was years ago. I stayed in New Zealand for about 2 or 3 weeks. Obviously being a girl, I brought 2 suitcases full with extra things I might need. But I knew the flight would get boring and I would be sitting next to a noisy little boy who won't stop crying. So I grabbed my laptop full of movies and my phone full of games, hoping to entertain myself for the next 18 hour flight. My father drove me to JFK airport. We lived about 30 minutes away but it was Saturday and the traffic was horrible. I was determined to have fun in New Zealand, especially because it was summer there and winter here. When we arrived, all my nerves finally kicked in. I realized that I had never flown alone, I had always flown with my parents. The first flight by myself is from New York to New Zealand. I was going to be alone on a plane for 18 hours. I hated it. After checking in my bags, I had to go through security. Security took a really long time, she was being held by a guy in a wheelchair, or so I was told. Once the security check was completed, I collected my ticket to board the plane. I was placed in 18A, aisle seat. When I finally reached my seat, I decided to make myself comfortable. I wondered if anyone kind would accompany me on this long, mentally agonizing flight that was about to happen. But... middle of paper... So I just cried. I cried until my eyes burned. It hurt even more to see that alongside his camera, he had printed a photo of us under the Eiffel Tower a week before. I turned the image over to see writing on it. Elizabeth, A picture is worth a thousand words. I love you. I was even more of a mess after reading that. He died happy, he died loved. And so here I am 9 years later, working as one of New York's top surgical doctors, specializing in cancer and helping cancer patients. After Andrew died, I was determined to find a cure for his cancer, and I did. I did it for him. Cancer took his body but his soul is still with me. I also developed a hobby of photography, capturing every beautiful sunset and patient. Andrew would be proud to know that. Welcome to Flight 562, where you fall in love and there's nothing you can do about it. Have a good day!