I'm 35,000 feet above the ground, floating in a giant mechanical bird that man calls an airplane. This has become a second home to me. I've had immigrations officials say "I just saw you a few days ago" to me at my local airport in Los Angeles. Once, flying was a pipe dream for a kid from a city with now airport of its own. Now, it's a place of calm.
But, something just upset my little idyllic world on this morning when I thought I heard the birds singing with the voice of cherubic angels. One minute, I'm chipper and showing a piece of cookie who's the boss. The next moment, my mouth is dry and there are tears quickly filling my eyes
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