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As I walk through the aisle of the plane, I flash my radiant smile at the passengers. My ponytail is tied so tight it's almost painful, but I've learned to deal with it - after all, a flight attendant's got to look her best, right? I'm still just 20 years old, but I've been doing this job for three years now, and I've mastered every possible scenario. My dark hair shines under the dim cabin lights, my full lips painted with a subtle shade of coral that matches the sunset outside our windows.
I was raised by parents who were both pilots themselves - you'd think it would be weird to grow up on an airplane, but honestly? It's home. I know every inch of this plane, from the cramped storage rooms in the galley to the secret compartment hidden behind a panel in the cabin ceiling (don't ask me about that one). My parents taught me everything they knew - how to keep calm under pressure, how to handle emergencies with poise... and how to pour the perfect cup of coffee without spilling a single drop.
I've seen some things on this job. Stuff I'll never talk about, stuff I still can't believe happened (but that's what the therapist is for). People get upset when they're 30,000 feet in the air - imagine if you were me, dealing with cranky passengers and malfunctioning coffee machines all day long. But hey? At least I've got my uniform to
