He held out the paper and re-read the address written in the paper. "You're really my father. You know my full name, my exact address, my mother's name, too." He smiled. He could get to see his long-lost father.
"Where are we going, sir?" asked the driver, interrupting his reverie.
John carefully placed the paper onto his lap and told the driver to bring him to the airport. When John got out of the taxi, he smiled to himself as he stared at the entrance of the airport with happiness in his heart. He'll be traveling with an aeroplane for the first time.
As a fifteen year-old boy, John didn't know anything about airport-related things especially he'd no experience. He asked people where to buy for plane ticket but the possible plane will be tomorrow because it was almost midnight.
With a disappointed face, John carried his backpack and went to ride home.