I want to stay
It is my last day in Burma. I reach the airport at 6 AM for my flight at 8. There is this pretty but serious girl at the security who is checking my bag. She asks me to open a sealed packed that she finds. It contains three Burmese puppets. She giggles. For two seconds, she plays with a puppet, shaking it and mumbling some words in Burmese. I stand there, amused. Politely, she keeps the puppet back and returns to her seriousness for the next passenger.
I clear immigration and head for the waiting room. Not many people there. There are some kids - some play, some cry. One kid is asking for an ice cream early in the morning. The kids gaze at the tiny planes with awe. The small planes are getting ready for their trips to the small cities in the north. I wish I were in one of those small planes. Alas, I have to wait for a big plane. The big plane arrives. A bus drops us to the plane; we could have walked. Most of the other passengers turn back and wave to the people who have come to send them off. The security girl is standing there by the stairway. I wave goodbye to her, surprising her. The security girl recovers fast, smiles a big smile and returns the goodbye. I want to stay.