Morning.
Sunshine poured through the airport's transparent ceiling, gliding over the marble floor, reflecting a mist-like halo.
"Mommy, over here!"
At this moment, not far away, a young boy holding a few small notebooks stood in line behind several adults, calling out towards the distance.
The boy's adorable, childlike voice instantly attracted the curious gaze of the crowd, everyone was amazed as they looked at the little boy.
What a beautiful child, he looked about three years old, with big, bright eyes that sparkled, and naturally double-lidded eyes that seemed perfectly cut, wearing a small backpack, plaid shirt, and a little bow tie around his neck, the whole little guy looked just like a prince from a European fairy tale.
Everyone couldn't help but admire him, even more surprised that he was so young yet able to run over and line up by himself.
