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It started when we were coming into land. I could see Canada; the sea, the mountains, the rivers and the trees - a whole world of trees. I could see the place where my sister lived and loved, and had just given birth to my glorious niece.
It was actually happening.
I pressed my forehead against the airplane window. I could remember that first shaky bus trip. I'd pressed my forehead into the back of the seat to steady myself against the memory of pain ringing through my bum. Every flashback, every adventure, every new memory; it had all been for this. I was stepping out. And I was trying really hard not to throw up on my new friend Bill.
It was actually happening.
I pressed my forehead against the airplane window. I could remember that first shaky bus trip. I'd pressed my forehead into the back of the seat to steady myself against the memory of pain ringing through my bum. Every flashback, every adventure, every new memory; it had all been for this. I was stepping out. And I was trying really hard not to throw up on my new friend Bill.