I move around a lot. From my mom, to my dad, on a constant repeat all around the United States. Here’s one instance: It was the end of the summer of 2016. Me, my dad, my step mom, her two children, my friend, and my sister were all at the airport. Once again I was getting ready to board an airplane on my own. Leaving the rest of the group behind, me, my sister, and my dad went into our terminal. The colossal airport chilled me to the bone. Knowing that I was leaving my dad to live with my mom didn’t help that I was extremely nervous, either. This would be my first time going on an airplane by myself. From Pennsylvania to Missouri.
Walking through the airport with my sister and dad, we stumbled upon an Auntie Anne’s pretzel shop, my favorite. …show more content…
I could have just started bawling, and I really wanted to, but I couldn’t. I had to show my sister that everything would be alright. The stabbing pain in my chest almost caused a sob to emerge, but I held it back. I watched as my sister grasped my father with all of the little strength that her ten-year old hands could exert. Because of how much I move, some people would think that it would get easier over time, but it doesn’t. Then I thought. I thought about what my dad could see in us. His children, leaving him to go live with their mom, and I knew that he expected me to be there for my sister. So that is what I did, for this was as far as he went on this trip. Zoe and I boarded the plane before anyone because we were considered …show more content…
All I could do was be there for her. The flight attendant told us that if we needed anything that she could provide. My favorite part of plane rides is taking off because it gives me this funny feeling in my stomach that tickles. About midway through the flight, my sister said she was going to sleep and she gave me her pretzels because her stomach hurt. I cheerfully accepted, and after only three minutes, I had eaten them all. The only awesome thing about flying under the age of 16 is that we got these cool bracelets with barcodes on them. It was sort of like we were tagged animals. The woman that gave them to us told us they had tracking devices in
Walking through the airport with my sister and dad, we stumbled upon an Auntie Anne’s pretzel shop, my favorite. …show more content…
I could have just started bawling, and I really wanted to, but I couldn’t. I had to show my sister that everything would be alright. The stabbing pain in my chest almost caused a sob to emerge, but I held it back. I watched as my sister grasped my father with all of the little strength that her ten-year old hands could exert. Because of how much I move, some people would think that it would get easier over time, but it doesn’t. Then I thought. I thought about what my dad could see in us. His children, leaving him to go live with their mom, and I knew that he expected me to be there for my sister. So that is what I did, for this was as far as he went on this trip. Zoe and I boarded the plane before anyone because we were considered …show more content…
All I could do was be there for her. The flight attendant told us that if we needed anything that she could provide. My favorite part of plane rides is taking off because it gives me this funny feeling in my stomach that tickles. About midway through the flight, my sister said she was going to sleep and she gave me her pretzels because her stomach hurt. I cheerfully accepted, and after only three minutes, I had eaten them all. The only awesome thing about flying under the age of 16 is that we got these cool bracelets with barcodes on them. It was sort of like we were tagged animals. The woman that gave them to us told us they had tracking devices in