My jaw dropped to the floor as a black helicopter lay before my eyes. It was strikingly stunning enough to stand out from the other aircraft around. 

"Dad? What is this?" Greyson asked, who's also eyeing it with astonishment.

"We'll fly to Santorini using this helicopter."

Greyson gasped in amazement. "Really?! That's cool!"  

"Are you excited?" 

He nodded fervently.

While the two of them seem really excited, my palms are already sweating in nervousness.

For Pete's sake, I have a fear of heights. Riding an aircraft and being high up in the air will be the death of me! That was the reason why I chose to ride a bus...