Interruptions

It had all started when Ian was at the small airport, in his hometown, with his beloved parents about to leave, for their extraordinary trip around the world. They were already waiting for the bus that would take his parents to their first stop; the humongous Russia.

Ian, a very nice young man who lives with his parents and a dog in a self-sufficient, white seaside house, was taking his parents to the airport, to start their journey around the world, starting from Athens, his hometown, all the way to Russia. He is not rich, but saves up, resulting in him buying the house. He can even afford the trip two way trip to Russia, even though he works at KFC©

The airport was a bright white building, with acres of land, mostly used for landing the massive planes that land there, like the Boeing 747-8, which is the biggest Boeing model to be made. The airport was only taking up a measly five kilometre area, compared to the massive fifty kilometres that the landing strips took up. The landing strips had a charcoal-black colour, contrasting with the blinding white quartz and concrete of the airport. A flight traffic tower was seen dominating the sky, with multiple radars and poles jutting out of  the top.

The waiting room for the minibus was extravagantly decorated with many paintings in iPhone chargers scattered around the room. There were many people sitting on the chairs just chilling, while waiting for the slow minibus that was to take them to the enormous plane. The chairs were made of the finest leather, with very soft duck feather stuffing inside, just in case any sleepovers were to be arranged. The windows showed the view, overlooking the vast rows of landing strips and also showing the forest that surrounds the back of the airport.

As the minibus slowly arrived, Ian hugged his parents, sad to see them go. Screeching to a halt, the minibus slowly opened its doors. As soon as the doors were opened fully, travellers, businessmen and backpackers all piled into the bus and Ian started to say a nice "Goodbye", but an angry shout interrupted him. A stout lady had stumbled into another lady in her haste to get a seat. Both were ok, but the second lady was in the unfortunate act of putting on makeup, causing her to obtain some rather dreadful eyeliner scribbles on her now-messy face. Ian was a bit let down on the way home, as he didn't get to have a chance to say a goodbye to his parents.

Once at home, Ian booted up his macbook pro laptop, ready to send his goodbye by email. All of a sudden, 🤨his wifi went out and Ian ran frantically toward his electric plug, charging his macbook and powering his crucial internet modem. As he arrived, he realised that his fierce tabby cat; Abby, had surprisingly bitten through the thick wire. He put Abby in a cage and raged off to coles to buy a new wire. After hooking up the tangled wires again, he set to waiting for his lagy computer to charge up.

His  house had a view overlooking the beautiful beach giving him a clear view of the horizon and every amazing sunset there was. The house was in close proximity to a shopping centre and had a good size for general wellbeing. It was made of  shining white concrete which made it look like quartz. The house had a terrace overlooking the sea, the view was magnificent and it looked like something that had come out of an amazing story book.

Ian breathed a sigh of relief, as his slow and laggy computer booted itself up again. He opened the mail app and started to type the message;

Bye mom and dad,

I hope you have fun in Russia.

Love you-

Ian

but without a second's warning, his phone rang, it was his boss, Tyler, an extremely kind and generous man. He needed another efficient worker in the restaurant. Ian was being asked because he was the best stand-by worker in the fast food franchise. His boss needed him in five minutes, so Ian couldn't write his message or he would be late, as he lived exactly five minutes away. On the way to work, he yelled angrily, "why am I always being interrupted?!" 

On arrival, Ian marvelled the glowing sign, cramped driveways, the full parking lot and the crowded store. He rushed into the store and went to his place, as a food preparer. He read the orders but immediately noticed that all the letters of the menu were jumbled up. Frantically running to his friend, working at the drive thru, Ian went ahead and said in a panicked tone “I think my dyslexia has made a comeback!” 

“Oh.. I think you won’t be able to work much at all now,” Ian’s kind friend said mournfully, “Sorry…”

Ian sadly told his boss and returned to his seaside house. He sadly sat down onto his bed, as red as a poppy, and deeply sighed “I knew it would come back. This dyslexia won’t leave me alone.”  With that he lied down and started up his small phone, ready to send an email to finally say goodbye. In his dyslexic form, he proceeded to write goodbye as "dhy" (as this spelling often occurs with dyslexic people). His parents, minutes later, called him to ask if the dyslexia hadstruck harder yet again. He answered with a solemn: “Yes”. Ian’s parents arranged for some mentoring, to help Ian get over having dyslexia strike him again. Ian ended the call, lying in bed sadly.

Because of his dyslexia, Ian kept writing messages to his parents incorrectly (dhy) and they kept misinterpreting what he meant.  In the end, his parents got home before he could even tell them what he meant by “dhy” All even before he could say a proper goodbye so in the end his parents didn't get to hear or see a “goodbye”.