Mistaken Identity

Sitting on my bed, thinking about travel, I realized that I had just remembered something that happened when I was on my way back to the United States last December. After landing in Chicago O’Hare Airport, I made my way down to the area where my connecting flight would be. I had to go through TSA (I must say with all the travelling I did, I was becoming awfully good throwing all my stuff together to get through it quickly), and while I was in line, there were two little girls around five years old who kept looking at me, looking at one another, looking back at me, and talking excitedly in hushed voices. I kept hearing things like,”Is it?” “It’s her!” “It’s really her!” I just looked over at them and gave them a smile, which made them smile, gasp, and giggle.
I do not know who exactly they thought that I was, but I think I made them happy.

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s