Chapter 2: Incident

Thinking like that, the matter has to travel a few stops. The path of way seems shorter than she thought.

For a person who rides on public transport, she always feels travel sickness too much. She never loves the types of different expensive cars.

If she had enough money, she’d send the savings to the bank. Then she’s retirement soon. 

She lives freely for the rest of her life. Never worry about the earn-living. That was her big dream when she was a child.

Unfortunately, after the experience of the half-life, her savings are always in red. She wonders what the hell happened to her.

For Daisy Nguyen, seeing the car made her vomit. The hustle and bustle of life in the city has become torture.

Many people say that gasoline smells good. she loves it, too. She felt the same way, more than the scent of perfume.

Speaking of which, everyone all over the world thinks that she was a too nervous breakdown.

The scent of perfume that is allergic, unbearable. Especially perfumes for men.

She does not know the reason. Moreover, it's not important. Everyone is different allergic, thinking easy to live.

She keeps smelling cosmetics. After a few minutes, her whole body automatically is mushy.

To make a convenient journey. Every time she gets in the car. She all took anti-motion sickness pills. 

Masks were worn in two layers. Try to extend the time to get in the car for a minute or a minute. 

Because when she gets on a car, a train, or a plane. She could do nothing except for lying down and sleeping, death for much time.

Ong getting on the plane, she will be the last girl to set foot in the car. This time on a plane, people went back and forth, noisy and rushed. 

Daisy Nguyen's eyes are dry and blurred. See a person as three or four.

To hold the plane ticket in hand. To carry a heavy backpack, full of food in it. Because before moving, the journey lasted several days, she wouldn't eat anything.

Landing her foot on the ground, it is necessary to replenish the body with nutrients immediately to avoid her blood pressure reduce suddenly.

Wherever she goes, she is always alone. The charm with people around is not so good. Whatever she does, be prepared carefully.

Because everyone has taken their seats. Daisy Nguyen quickly found her seat.

Next to the plane. Normally, she doesn't do anything smoothly, but when she needs to. 

God did not treat her badly. Her seat is close to the plane. Too tired, looking outside, the symptoms of drunkenness are also greatly reduced.

Outside was a shaggy man with a mustache. A curly hair. Brown striped red checkered shirt.

Moss pants with full pockets with pockets. The shoes under the feet are also covered with a layer of dust, looking old and tattered.

Next to him is a child about five years old. He has curly hair. Sleeping soundly.

Daisy Nguyen smiled politely despite her wearing two masks. That man doesn’t know whether she smiles or not.

But that's people's business. This habit seems to penetrate in her bone. To foreigners, they do not use to wearing masks.

They feel they can’t breathe. Seeing her wearing two layers was like a strange creature that had just escaped from the zoo. Since she was young, she must have been shy, embarrassed.

After going through many difficult things. She no longer paid attention to other people's gazes too much.

What they do. The thing I deal with. One person owns one's world. No one understands each other.

She took off the backpack hanging from her back, putting it in for her own seat. His hands are lifted up her pants, his back is slightly stooped, to avoid causing trouble for the passengers next to her.

She thought by herself, how many trips she travels in this life. Never met a marshal like in romantic love stories, the media widely reported. 

Young years. She also tried every way to find her man out. But her seat was always filled with elderly women. Talkative. Or middle-aged men.

They were sometimes wearing a suit that smelled like a sour, sour smell. It’s difficult to meet the young man in her eyes.

They do not like her or they are married, having a wife and some children. Her thought of finding a train-ride romance snuffed out.

From now on. His eyes automatically didn't follow the passengers sitting next to her doing her work freely, never thinking of her symbol. To avoid disappointment.

Arrange her seats clearly. Daisy Nguyen picks up a brand new fashion magazine. To open the center, apply on the face. Continue sleeping.

But the smell of new paper made her extremely nauseous. Her stomach rumbled as if it wanted to spit it all out.

Even though she knew, there would be nothing in her stomach, but a golden yellow liquid like bile. But if she made a gurgling sound, it would affect other passengers.

People will point. Dirty. That's a good reason why she covered her mouth, so as not to make any sound.

The smell of the air conditioner on the plane also became her obsession. Especially when it's always on at the lowest setting, sixteen degrees Celcius.

Modern people cannot live without this wonderful device except her. No matter how harsh the weather outside, she accepted it. 

But she is allergic to scientific and technological inventions, praised by people.

With a lot of traumatic moving experiences. Before getting on any vehicle.

Even though it's hot outside, sweat drops. 

She always wears a few layers of warm coats, a thermal vest that covers her neck. Legs atrophied socks.

The paper towel on the journey of each flight is also her obsession, especially when it has a strong, fragrant rose scent.

Open the backpack. Daisy Nguyen took out a blue face towel, soaked in citrus peels, ginger. Cover her face. 

No one on the plane used blankets, only her. She leaned over and fell asleep. A beautiful flight attendant is coming. 

The scent of lipstick and perfume is so  strong. Approaching her, touching her shoulder softly asked, "Are you okay?"

Daisy Nguyen just wanted the scent of that perfume to quickly get out of the range of her nose that she could inhale.

“She nodded. Signing I'm fine." Oh, it turned out to be a mute girl. The flight attendant thought, couldn't help anything but feel a bit resentful.

The man beside her with a glance immediately returned to his original position. In his hand, there was a file of documents that needed to be processed.

The flight journey of more than ten hours went quite smoothly. Healthy people eat and drink as usual.

Until the plane is going to be stopped. Transit in Hong Kong. This is the matter Daisy Nguyen hates the most.

She wanted to non-stop flight. To the ordinary people, after a few hours to be eaten and drunk.

Then they are so happy to take photos, visit some nice places, post them on social networks to show off to their friends and family. They experienced wonderfully. Or they thought They had money to live no thinking.

It will take several hours to wait. While Daisy has an empty stomach, too hungry and moldy. She does not have the strength to drag, how to go.

Daisy Nguyen lay quietly waiting for all the other passengers to disembark. She tried to run as fast as she can, out of the plane.

Unexpectedly, when the plane stopped. The child next to her lay on the floor of the plane,  and started vomiting. Mouth foaming. 

Oh no, Daisy knew at once, this is a sign of epilepsy. Psychological trauma when moving, feeling unsafe.

Clumsy man. Try to keep the child’s jaw tightly so that his teeth don't bite his tongue.

Try to rummage through the pills from the pocket. Try to put it in the boy's mouth. Many passengers looked to sound annoyed.

"It's so unlucky." They immediately left as if fleeing the filth, making their eyes dirty.

Some women were around, said too much, “oh, it’s pitty”, “sorry”, “where was the boy’s mother?”

No useful action. Do not focus on solving the problem that is happening in front of them. The baby started convulsing, losing control.

The man had bloodshot eyes, worried. Flight attendants also want to give a hand but have no expertise.

“Quickly bring the baby to the ground. Call the doctor." A well-meaning flight attendant said. Already did that.

Daisy Nguyen had no strength left in her whole body, but she saw the baby lying on the floor having a seizure.

She tried to open her eyes. Sit down next to the baby. Wave her hand to everyone, leave the boy alone.

Get air for the baby to breathe. Many passengers laughed at “dumb man. They are the same. It will probably be of some help.”

Daisy began to stroke the boy's spine, creating a sense of security. After nearly ten minutes. 

The baby's condition has returned to normal. The thing the kid spits out is really smelly. Many people quickly covered their noses.

Daisy didn't want to interfere any further, but the boy kept grabbing her hand. The man was annoyed. Speak to obey. Men, grow up, don't be coy.

The child was startled, looked down at the place he had just been discharged. Extremely panic. Try to move to behind Daisy. She immediately made a signal. Don't scream. I will help the baby take a shower. She waved her hand wildly, but the man probably didn't understand much.

She herself couldn't stand the smell of the plane any longer. He grabbed his backpack and threw it into the man's hand.

“Follow me” she made a signal again. She hugged the baby, despite the stench, mucus. Hurry off the plane.

Many passengers do not know. Thought they were a family. Many people shook their heads in disgust.

In this life, giving birth to a normal child is often boring. Do whatever is normal, not outstanding.

But seeing the circumstances of having a sick child. They know how much happy they got, God bless them.