The airport was white marble and it had a grand ambiance to it. This foreign country was now my best friends new home. Here at the Dubai airport was a large diversity of people. The thing I noticed most, was the women dressed in their Hijabs. In the states you saw a few Muslims wearing these but here I was the exception.
I hadn’t seen Hilary for a while. It was great to have her, Mel, and Oz, together again. Mel had been helping Hilary with all the preparations for the wedding. Oz was waiting near the exit doors.
"Hey," Glad to see someone I knew.I hugged Oz, "Where’s Hilary?"
He grabbed my bag and pointed out through the glass, where I saw Mel and Hilary both standing by the car with dark sunglasses on. I waved and they both looked at each other and smiled back at me.
Hilary had dark brown hair, brown eyes, and small framed. She had always had a dark completion almost olive toned. Mel was dark skinned with black long straight hair. She had a medium frame, and brown eyes but hers were a light honey color. Finally able to stand in front of them they leered at me.
"What?" I shouted at them. They both laughed. "You're so pale." That’s when I noticed how dark everyone else was compared to me.
"Wow! you guy's, look great! I’ve been stuck in Washington where we see the sun for all of about ten minutes, during this time of year." responding to their observation. I had always been fair skinned but, since living in Seattle I hadn't seen much of the sun.
While giving a group hug, all three laughed. Oz smiled, he stood back and watched us. It wasn’t hard to be happy with both of them around. Hilary was generally happy and Mel was always looking for a joke to crack. She had a sense of humor that could be light hearted, with a tell it like it is attitude. She found humor in everyday things and was able to go with the flow.
In school we had met as roommates and gotten along really well. After the first year in the dorms we rented an apartment together and found a great friendship that was remarkable. They were as close to me as family. We had decided to stay close even if thousands of miles kept us apart.
Mel hadn't, had a great childhood growing up. She phrased it as a 'dysfunctional childhood. Her mother Linda was hooked on crack and soon after, her father Mike was too. She was put into a few foster homes for a year, until her grandmother Josie took custody. We hadn't known much about her past until her mother came for a visit. All we had known until that time was that she hadn't had a very good childhood.
I hadn’t seen Hilary for a while. It was great to have her, Mel, and Oz, together again. Mel had been helping Hilary with all the preparations for the wedding. Oz was waiting near the exit doors.
"Hey," Glad to see someone I knew.I hugged Oz, "Where’s Hilary?"
He grabbed my bag and pointed out through the glass, where I saw Mel and Hilary both standing by the car with dark sunglasses on. I waved and they both looked at each other and smiled back at me.
Hilary had dark brown hair, brown eyes, and small framed. She had always had a dark completion almost olive toned. Mel was dark skinned with black long straight hair. She had a medium frame, and brown eyes but hers were a light honey color. Finally able to stand in front of them they leered at me.
"What?" I shouted at them. They both laughed. "You're so pale." That’s when I noticed how dark everyone else was compared to me.
"Wow! you guy's, look great! I’ve been stuck in Washington where we see the sun for all of about ten minutes, during this time of year." responding to their observation. I had always been fair skinned but, since living in Seattle I hadn't seen much of the sun.
While giving a group hug, all three laughed. Oz smiled, he stood back and watched us. It wasn’t hard to be happy with both of them around. Hilary was generally happy and Mel was always looking for a joke to crack. She had a sense of humor that could be light hearted, with a tell it like it is attitude. She found humor in everyday things and was able to go with the flow.
In school we had met as roommates and gotten along really well. After the first year in the dorms we rented an apartment together and found a great friendship that was remarkable. They were as close to me as family. We had decided to stay close even if thousands of miles kept us apart.
Mel hadn't, had a great childhood growing up. She phrased it as a 'dysfunctional childhood. Her mother Linda was hooked on crack and soon after, her father Mike was too. She was put into a few foster homes for a year, until her grandmother Josie took custody. We hadn't known much about her past until her mother came for a visit. All we had known until that time was that she hadn't had a very good childhood.
