Angelina often imagined herself among the clouds, serving passengers with a smile. Her heart soared higher than any jet could fly. "One day, I'll be up there," she whispered to herself, feeling a flutter of excitement.
Mr. Never, their teacher, approached with his usual furrowed brow. "Angelina, dreaming of being a flight attendant is nice, but perhaps you should think of something more realistic," he said, his voice full of doubt.
[@ch_1]Angelina[/@ch_1_d] replied, "With all due respect, Mr. Never, I believe that with hard work and a little faith, I can achieve anything."
Angelina found comfort in her grandmother Yogi's gentle smile. "Grandma, everyone says I can't be a flight attendant, but I want to prove them wrong," she confessed.
Yogi, with her silver hair and wise eyes, replied, "Angelina, with God's will and your determination, you can fly as high as you wish. Never stop believing in yourself."
She sat in a quiet corner, feeling the weight of disappointment. "It's harder than I thought," she murmured, glancing at the planes taking off.
The joy in her heart was as bright as the moon above. "I did it, Grandma. I really did it," she whispered to the night, feeling Yogi's spirit with her.
She gazed at the endless sky, knowing she had surpassed even her wildest dreams. "To everyone who doubted me, thank you for fueling my journey," she thought, her heart full of gratitude and triumph.
