My son has been living in the U.S for a few years now, and he and his wife were about to have their first child a few months ago. I wanted to be there to experience the joyous occasion with them, so I decided to fill out an ESTA and stay with them. This was my first time traveling out of the country and flying in an airplane. I was scared, but for my son, his wife, and their baby, I could take it. I had a fear that something would go wrong on the plane and it would crash in the ocean without anyone being able to find our location, and eventually I would drown. My son thought I was just being paranoid and assured me that nothing would happen.
As the plane took off, it felt like I was heading into space. It was weird, but after a second, I forgot I was even in the air and just fell asleep. After I woke up, the plane was still flying and it was time to eat. The flight wasn’t so bad, and once I landed and got my luggage, I met my son again. He had grown a beard, just like me. When he was younger, he used to shave all the time, but now, I guess he doesn’t have as much time for that. We went back to his home and I saw his wife, who was almost ready to give birth.
After a couple of weeks, his wife finally went into labor, and I rode with them to the hospital. It was a long wait until the baby finally popped out and when it did, it was revealed to be a healthy baby boy. He looked just like my son and his wife with all their features.