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  • Writer's pictureShiao-ya (Maggie) Huang


Updated: May 10, 2021

Picture taken by Shiao-ya (Maggie) Huang. Sunday, ‎November ‎24, ‎2019, ‏‎2:39:44 PM 台北飛機巷

Fifteen minutes have passed by. It was not usual for the driver to arrive late. Waiting in the parking lot, I was actually glad that the driver was coming late. Shortly, the black van pulled closer to us and the heavy luggages were rolled pass the door. The driver revealed that he got lost on the way. Understandable for someone’s first time coming to our district. “Home” was located on an isolated mountain top. One had to pass by a roaming market, a serene lake, a barren temple, and several curvy roads to arrive.

The teenage boy was still deciding whether he should go to the airport with his family or not. It was going to be his first time separating from his closest family. His first time, living alone. His first time, managing a home. Nothing was planned out. How was he going to come back? How was life going to change?

The van door slid opened, he helped us load the luggages into the trunk and decided to hop on to the passenger’s sit, taking the sit beside me.

I’ve always been excited to go to the airport, I know he used to as well. I remember last time I went to the airport, was with the boy to pick up some of his friends who came to visit. The smile and excitement he had on his face was not present this time. The van door slammed shut and the engine started; the van started moving. I placed my elbow onto the windshield and my head onto my elbow. Looking out, I couldn’t see the stars nor the moon. On the highway, I kept looking for the peak of Taipei 101 like how we used to do when we were kids.

Driving a hundred miles per hour, I caught a glimpse of the green sign that read “Taoyuan International Airport.” Soon, the van came to a stop and the door opened.

We walked into the lobby with eight huge luggages and various small ones. Businessmen, visitors, children, pilots, flight attendants, policeman, cleaning men, passing by us. Check in was fast and we moved towards the immigration line. The boy hugged my parents and my parents gave him some parent’s talk which I do not recall.

Turning my back, he called me out.

“Mei Mei didn’t give me a hug” as he sobbed harder.

Those simple words echoed pass my ears into my soul. Who knew it would even engrave itself into my heart. I did not want to give him a hug, because I knew if I did, I would cry just like him. In the end, I could not stand it. I turned back to him and gave him a hug. It was just a hug, we did not speak, but a thousand feelings rushed through my whole body.

Two years have passed already, but every time I think, write, and talk about it, I can still feel the moment and my eyes getting warm and teary. I realized this boy had more weigh on me than I ever thought he could have. If someone was to ask me do you like your brother? I would say no... I love him.


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