"I didn't see a flight attendant as I stepped into the plane. But my seat was easy to find. It was the very first seat in the front row of the first-class section. I fiddled with the seat belt. Then I remembered the envelope by mom had given me. Did my mom and dad write me a letter? I tore open the envelope and pulled out a sheet of paper. My heart skipped a beat as I gazed in shock at the short message: We are not your parents."