Do you remember the first time you were separated from your parents at the airport?

At that time, I was still young and didn't understand anything, thinking that I had finally escaped from my mother's clutches. Without a trace of sadness, I walked through the big glass door and waved back to signal that I didn't have to send it. I am really super happy, because I am the male version of Cinderella at home. I want to go home before midnight on 12, and my diet is strictly controlled (gastroenteritis). Now I can finally eat and drink! After I passed the security check, my mother called and began to tell me some trivial things about eating and drinking Lazarus ... At some point, I really wanted to get on the plane. My mother ran to the other end of the elevator downstairs at a sprint speed of 100 meters. I dragged my little luggage and looked at them. They waved to me. My mother shouted: Mom is incompetent, I can't put you on the plane seat. Next time you take your mother to Italy by plane! At that moment, I was in tears.