A nightmare journey I remember was two months ago when I was going to the airport alone. I had been waiting for an hour when I heard that my flight had been cancelled. I didn't know what to do. I was alone and didn't know anybody. Fortunately a men came to help me and to find out when Air Lingus would leave. He was very kind to me. I was getting very tired. I had to wait a long time for the plane and also I had to walk a long way to the gate. When I arrived in England I was cried for joy. My sisters had been waiting for a few minutes when they saw me coming towards them. Rather suprisingly they started holding me and pick me up to my community.
