My parents arrived today from Pakistan. I could hardly contain my excitement. I feels like I haven’t seen them in years.
I had to wait until 6 in the evening when their flight arrived and it felt like it couldn’t come any slower. Finally the time came. My friend’s parents were coming in from Zimbabwe so we went to the airport together. I couldn’t sit still and my friend was teasing me that I would cry.
Finally after what felt like hours I saw my dad’s head bobbing up and down in the sea of people (one positive of being so tall). I had made a big sign that read “Welcome to Cape Town!” Then I saw my mom, she was running at me. (While my friend and I were waiting in the airport I told him that when my mom saw me she would start running/skipping towards me with her arms spread out ready as soon as she reached me to give me a hug, that’s exactly what happened.)
It was so nice to see them again. I can’t wait to show them where I have been living for the past six months and to go on our adventurous road trip to Kruger. I am so blessed.