1997

You and Michael decided to take a train trip for a vacation. You had to get to France. There is Disneyland waiting for you. However, everything does not go smoothly and not as you would like.

Lying in a double compartment and turning from side to side, trying to sleep, you were tormented by a headache, hunger and insomnia. Turning a cute cozy nest into a small pogrom of a tangled blanket and a pillow lying crookedly, you hung your leg down and sighed heavily. There were still six hours to go. A whole night. It wasn't much, but it was so difficult for you. It was a shame that Michael hadn't chosen a plane for easier transportation. The sound of wheels on rails and the annoying chugging sounded like hell. Turning to the wall, you were about to cry, but the door opened and the King of Pop Music appeared next to you.

I brought your favorite marmalade, beautiful. He smiled softly.

You sighed again and kicked the pillow as if it had done something wrong.

Hey, are you okay? He sat next to you and gently stroked your head.

She sobbed.

What happened? Are you feeling unwell? Jackson looks at you worriedly, wanting to know the reason for your bad mood.

The confined space, the stale air, the dim light, and the coldness all weighed heavily on you, making you feel nervous and anxious. However, your father did his best to provide you with comfort, care, and love, even in such challenging circumstances.