My+Wait+At+Toronto+Airport

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I cannot believe it, we have been waiting in Toronto for our flight to arrive for hours. I probably look like an idiot, my head on my dads shoulder, messy hair, and I most likely look very, very frustrated! Because well was.

I was thinking about my grandma and all of my family waiting for my dad and I at the airport (where we were supposed to be over 8 hours ago) and whatever happened to our flight? Hmmm. I wonder if my dad is mad at me for puking on him? I have no doubt that he would be, but I guess he also knows its not my fault.

When is this flight going to be here! We have now been waiting for like 12 hours. I can’t stand it I mean well how can it be this late? Did it crash or something?. I looked out the window and saw a plane “is that it daddy? Is that it!”. I was so happy! But I shouldn’t have been it wasn’t the right plane.

About half an hour after that I seen another plane headed this way and I asked the same question but in different tone of voice. “Dad is that the plane?” It was! It really truly was!. So after over 12 hours at the Toronto airport, and 7 hours on a plane I finally made it to see my family in New Brunswick.