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Leslie's POV

I entered the airport without looking back, holding my passport tightly, I walked towards the immigration confidently. I boarded the plane as how I let those people navigate my life, I followed their orders with regret and a bit or wanting revenge in mind. I won't go down like this, I thought as I opened the windowpane, I saw the clouds and the blue bright sky- I promised that I would live my life for my son, for him and also mine. After a day of flight, the plane landed on an unfamiliar place, I looked around the place and how the people behave publicly, this place seems simpler than I thought. I pulled my luggage and make my way out of the airport. I made a deep inhale and a huge exhale, this is my first time smelling a true pollution. 

"Ms. Leslie?" I looked at the person who approached me and I put down my sunglasses to see him better. 

"Yeah, and who are you?" I confidently asked to him.