It took a lot of convincing, but I finally gathered all the courage I had left inside me and went to look for my family. I hesitantly stood up from the bench I had occupied for the last 20 minutes or so of mourning and began walking towards the source where it all began: the bathrooms. I checked every stall and every corner of the bathrooms of both sexes, where I was desperately waiting to surprise one of my family members, only to find them empty or with people with apologetic faces once they saw the state I was in. This, however, did not stop me from continuing my hunt. I ran out of the bathroom and headed to the bench where I had been sobbing uncontrollably. As I expected, it was empty, with no luggage or other signs that my family was there when I was away, so my anxiety took over and told me to figure something out before I have another nervous breakdown. Next, I stepped out of my comfort zone and went in search of them