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Tuesday, May 15
@3:53 PM

Cant believe it.

I was woke up by mummy's screams this morning (3pm to be exact) just to read the obituaries. NO WAY, I thought, not another death. I encountered 2 deaths without a week and that's ENOUGH for me.

But to my surprise, it was that lady whom I handled onboard. Her Son, actually expressed his thanks to the 3 of us on papers! Well, well, that really made my day. Though my name was spelt wrongly, (Trisa instead of Trisha), it really brought smiles to my face. At least the Son appreciate what we did.

I text the Son to express my thanks and within 2 mins, his secretary called.

"Hi, may I speak to Trisha, this is *** calling on behalf of the Son. He would like to invite the 3 of you to dinner and may I know which day is convenient for you?"

*SHOCKED*

"He don't have to, we are still feeling very bad over the whole incident that we couldn't save her. He doesn't have to."

"But he really wants to. He wants to express his thanks to you in person. He really really wants to"

"Alright den, I shall contact the 2 crew and inform you of the dates that we are free?"

"Sure, anyway I emailed the company on behalf of the Son to ask for your contacts and to express gratitude. Wanna inform you this just in case the comnpany calls."

"Okie."

Hang Up.

I thought everything was over. As days passed, I slowly managed to put everything behind me and no longer afraid to go on flight. But after that phone call, everything seem to be so new yet again. The whole incident starts to replay.

Life is so vulnerable. We must all learn to treasure everyone around us.

I wish Jason was here with me.

He had been away for 1 month and will be back in 2 weeks time! Thats like FINALLY to me!

Phew~~

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Trisha Lin

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