Trip to Chicago

It was dangerous but I knew that I had to do it. It's a peculiar feeling mixed with moments that I can't forget and a little bit ebullient throughout the entire trip. 

That day, we prepared early in the morning. Which is luggage, passport, some clothes, phone,... We finally made the flight. The vast ocean stretches out in front of our eyes. Crowded clouds swoop down by the plane windows, creating a feeling of floating and fanciful. We flew over the snow-covered forests, the streams were like clouds in the sky, and soaring cities.   

The next day, we stopped by Chicago. The scene here is different. With the camera in hand, I walked through the Millennium Park and watched the Cloud Gate sculpture. Everything is divergent, but I enjoy the most when I go to the orphanage. 

I entered the large door with the word "Orange Room" written on it. At the beginning, a lady in charge of the room took me in and followed by the children rushing after me. We toured the children's dining rooms, bedrooms, bathrooms, etc. I took out my camera and took pictures of each of them, one by one, and gave them candy. 

I also gave them some books and promised the children that I would ask the orphanage owner to let them go on a picnic with me. The children were very excited, and the next day we were on the road. That night, after eating some candy corns, we goes to sleep.

However, in the middle of the night, there was a roar. "Graommm..." So I got out of the tent and called everyone. The kids and I were scared, but then I calmed down and hugged Mike, the youngest, and took the kids by the hand. I looked into the tiger's eyes and slowly stepped back. 

The danger is over. The next day, we each went our separate ways. When I returned to New York and stopped to rest, I saw a small figure of a boy - Mike! Mike ran over to me, sat next to me and told me his story. My tears welled up. Turns out, the boy had Agent Orange disease. I surprised that he is still innocent like a three-year-old child. When I got home, I still longed to remember the figure of that carefree boy as an indelible memory to me.