7 March 2019
1.4 Creative writing
Stepping out of the plane, the terrific heat hit my body like a raging fire walking down the Airbridge. Entering the Airport terminal the air conditioning cooled down my body. I started walking towards the luggage pick up area, where I waited for my big and bulky bag to come through. I picked up my bags and slowly started creeping towards the Melbourne Airport exit gate. Once I reached the exit door, the slide doors uncovered a mob of loving family members waiting for their loved one. I was walking slowly out of the gates while a look around in the crowd for my uncle. I stopped and tried calling my Uncle but he did not pick up the first time I called. The second time he picked up. He said I can see you. Turn to the right and come near the cafe. I saw him in the distance. He was wearing a blue T-shirt with a puffer jacket and dark blue jeans. He had the same trimmed beard that he had three years ago and he smelled like his usual eau de toilette cologne. Later we started walking to the car park so we could go home.
“Look, we have arrived” Uncle said as we approached the end of the road. I saw tall palm trees and potholes on the road. The house welcomed me from the open door to the wide hallway. On the hallway walls were...