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    Holding my ticket with passport to the entrance,I was thinking about what would happen once I arrived, while turning my head back. There were not as many people as I had imagined, and one lady, wearing a white jumper and jeans, was waving to me. It was my wife. To be honest, I didn’t know if that was meant to motivate me or simply a way to say goodbye.


    I headed to the front and handed my passport and ticket to security. Realizing this was my own chance to turn back, I thought,But if I turn back, will I regret it?


    I stepped into security,waiting behind a lady who was carrying a black backpack. I turned my head to the right, trying to see my wife. She looked at me and nodded. The lady in front of me stepped forward, prompting me to take the next step. I sighed and turned my gaze away from my wife, noticing two security guards checking passports. This was my last chance for any regret.This tale has been unlawfully obtained from Royal Road. If you discover it on Amazon, kindly report it.


    I can do it!I told myself, as I slowly moved my feet toward the security guard, handing over my passport. I could feel the pressure from his intense gaze as he scanned my documents. Then, after a few seconds, he returned my passport.


    I walked past him and moved toward the ID checker,looking down at the floor, which was covered with black-dotted white tiles.