they probally thought i was mad. luckily he heard me and my mission of taking the boy to his parents was fulfilled. but there was only about 2 minutes before the plane took off. so we (his father and i) hurried to the terminal, only to be told the plane had left exactly 2 minutes before. the officer at the terminal suggested us to take the next day's plane for it was already 9 pm. i was really exhausted. the only thing i could do then was to find the nearest hotel, "hilton hotel"to stay for the night.

　　the next day i took the first plane to springfield. my luggage was still missing, and they just asked me to wait and promised to send it to me the next day. i waited and waited... one day... two days... three days... four days... but still it didn't come. i felt very depressed, for i could not change my clothes for all these days, and they had begun to smell. but what touched me most was that all the colleagues in my department tried their best to help me and to comfort me. fortunately the luggage arrived six days later. although the suitcase was broken, everything inside was safe.