Newly divorced, my mom decided to send me and my brother to Wichita, KS to spend the summer with our family friends, who had also immigrated to the U.S. I was 12 and my brother was 16. I thought for sure we’d get lost or miss our connecting flights. Airports are marvelous and bewildering places. Luckily, my brother has more wits about him than I gave him credit for, and he got us to where we needed to be. He’d actually work for Delta Airlines once we got back from our extended vacation.