I have never felt as happy about a jet landing as I felt when ours did. I swear if anyone would have asked me to jump out of the jet while it was still in the air, I would have happily accepted it.
Well, my bones would have broken and there is a possibility of death but I was ready to face death if it meant me escaping the intolerable silence which was in the jet.
I tell you, when my dad touched my hand so I could face him, I almost screamed at him not to talk to me but it turned out he just wanted to tell me that we were almost landing. I had just shrugged which made him stand and fasten my seat belt.
I still looked outside, I was trying as much as possible to avoid my mother's eyes because I was sure if I did stare at her, I would only throw daggers at her.
I know, I know. I am acting like a baby? Fuck it, who cares I am their baby I can act any way I can.
