MH370

As I keep refreshing/reading the news about MH370 on BBCNews, my heart gets heavier. Considering that my mom, my family and I ride the plane not so often but at least once a year and once I stepped on the plane I would think oh I'll be there in ... hours, I hope that no one sits next to me, what kind of foods they have, kids don't cry, let me take a real good nap first... I never thought much about accidents, crashes, terrorism or how things could go wrong. And Boeing 777 on the MH370 flight is one of the biggest, most advanced and safest aircrafts in the world (I've been on B777 a few times!). So I don't know why we're so clueless about the plane right now and how that giant airplane in the sky just disappeared? 

How do you feel when you were waiting for someone at the airport, wondering how much they've changed, what you were going to say when you first see them after a while, to tell them how much you missed them but you never got to see them (again)? 

How do you feel when your husband/wife/daughter/son/friend/... left to work like every other day and you didn't know that was the last time they said "Goodbye, I'll see you later!"? 

We’re all expecting the worse but we're keep praying and hoping for the best. I hope they landed on some island and waiting for us as we're also waiting and looking for them. So please be safe somewhere, the passengers, the pilots and flight attendants on MH370!