I think I was in Class VI when I first visited Dubai. Dad was posted to the city on an assignment and my brother and I were headed there for our summer vacations. It was the first time we got on an international flight. Th e taste of eggs and croissants onboard the Kuwait Airways flight still lingers on my tongue.
My dad picked us up from the airport in a sky blue Nissan, aptly named Bluebird.
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