Waiting

My daughter was on a trip in Bosnia and had not been feeling well the final two days. So, I had to pick her up at Frankfurt Airport after the return flight.

I was sat outside the arrivals gate, waiting. After the plane had landed it took forever for the display to change to baggage collection. Bored and doom scrolling on my phone, I was waiting for a group of about 40 kids to appear. But my daughter collected her baggage and left as she knew I was already there.

She sent me a text about whether I had a new phone. I wondered how she knew that, maybe somehow from my messages. A few seconds later she sent me this photo:

She'd been sitting next to me for about a minute and I hadn't noticed! 🤣🤣🤣

My excuse is that I got up at 5am to get to the airport for 8am.