Reaching the Kingdom of Heaven

"Here is your coffee ma'am." A good-looking air crew handed a cup of coffee to me. The hot steam vaporised to the top reaching the ceiling of the plane. "Thank you." I grinned, watching him walking away. With my sleepy eyes I peered out the window. A blanket of endless clouds appeared to be floating in the air, left to right, right to left... Part 1 the Years of Wondering I used to love this place. …

…arrested by the police for dealing with drugs in Hong Kong, and both of them died later in prison. My father went back to our hometown and passed away there, peacefully, ten years later. I longed to the end of the journey. However, I never went back to my hometown. "Remember", father said "you only need to know that in the head. Here is where your root is." Yes, father. I will never forget it.