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They
are
calling
my
flight
.
I
have
to
go
.
More
later
.
Your
Ana
I
press
“
send
”
and
make
my
way
sleepily
to
the
departure
gate
to
board
a
different
plane
.
This
one
has
only
six
seats
in
first
class
,
and
once
we
are
in
the
air
,
I
curl
up
under
my
soft
blanket
and
fall
asleep
.
All
too
soon
,
I
’
m
woken
by
the
flight
attendant
offering
me
more
orange
juice
as
we
begin
our
approach
to
Savannah
International
.
I
sip
slowly
,
beyond
fatigued
,
and
I
allow
myself
to
feel
a
modicum
of
excitement
.
I
’
m
going
to
see
my
mother
for
the
first
time
in
six
months
.
Sneaking
another
covert
look
at
my
BlackBerry
,
I
remember
vaguely
that
I
sent
a
long
,
rambling
e
-
mail
to
Christian
—
but
there
’
s
nothing
in
response
.
It
’
s
five
in
the
morning
in
Seattle
;
hopefully
he
’
s
still
asleep
and
not
up
playing
mournful
laments
on
his
piano
.
•
•
•
THE
BEAUTY
OF
CARRY
-
ON
rucksacks
is
that
one
can
breeze
out
of
the
airport
and
not
wait
endlessly
for
baggage
at
the
carousels
.
The
beauty
of
traveling
first
class
is
that
they
let
you
off
the
plane
first
.
My
mom
is
waiting
with
Bob
,
and
it
is
so
good
to
see
them
.
I
don
’
t
know
if
it
’
s
because
of
exhaustion
,
the
long
journey
,
or
the
whole
Christian
situation
,
but
as
soon
as
I
’
m
in
my
mother
’
s
arms
,
I
burst
into
tears
.
“
Oh
,
Ana
,
honey
.
You
must
be
so
tired
.
”
She
glances
anxiously
at
Bob
.
“
No
,
Mom
,
it
’
s
just
—
I
’
m
so
pleased
to
see
you
.
”
I
hug
her
tightly
.
