The clock had struck 12 when my father announced that he wanted to take, my mother, little brother and Ion one of his flights to England, since he is a pilot.
"No way I am so excited! Where are we going," I said in a thrilled tone.
"To England. Flight leaves at 2:45, and we only need to pack some clothes," my father said.
"Why some clothes?" mother said in confusion.
"It's because it's such short notice that I can take you guys and be only staying for one night." father explained.
"Okay, I see," I said in sync with mother.
It is now 12:45. My family and I are driving to the airport when my brother decides to start crying as I was eight and my brother was only four. (Crying fills the car)
"Hamza, grab some toys from the bag and give them to him." My mother ordered.
"Got it," I said in less than a second.
My brother stops crying as we arrived at the airport; my father in his pilot suit; mother holding my little brother; and I always caring the bags.
"Hey father, why are you bringing us? Wouldn't the flight be fully booked since we're leaving the day it should depart?" interrogating my father.
"Well, son, there is one more surprise I want everyone to hear. There are 200 seats available on the plain; this is because I am flying Chelsea, the team to their game in England and you guys will spend the flight with them." My father said in a loud tone.
"Oh my god, are you serious, that's -" said mother.
"WHAAAAT, I AM GONNA CRY!" I said in the most excited voice.
We finally got on the plane, and every single player on Chelsea is sitting in first class. My father left us to start the procedure of taking off. Subsequently, I, my mother, and my crazy young brother were allowed in the seats in business class since no one else was on the plane. I later decided to leave my seat and get signatures from each player on my jersey, which was terrific.
"No way, this is happening," I repeatedly said each time I acquired a signature.
Hours went by, and we finally landed. All of a sudden, a Chelsea player offered a spot for me on their private bus, which almost made me faint. I asked for permission from my mother, and it was an instant, yes.
It was now 6:00 in England, and I was sitting in the front row of the stadium with my family watching Chelsea dominate Arsenal.
Written by Hamza Hashem
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