Photos by Rick R. Garcia

Coming Home

The commuter plane touched down and taxied over to the terminal. I looked out the window, imagining a warm welcome from Mom and Dad. The stewardess struggled to open the door as Jet and I waited eagerly to exit the plane. With a little nudge from the copilot, they managed to open the door.

“Welcome home,” said the stewardess.

“Thank you. I thought I would never see this day,” I replied.


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