"I need you to stop running and jumping around." Jules reprimanded her son, who had been like an energized bunny that kept going and going.
She remembered that her first time on a plane, she was terrified out of her wits. Her father had to comfort her before she could finally relax. But they were already halfway in the air before she did.
However, she could only conclude that it did not seem the same case with her son. Oliver appeared more comfortable and excited to fly in the air than scared.
"But Mom, you have to see this." Oliver rushed to the other side of the window, pointing to something he saw outside.
She guessed that was the best part of flying in a private jet. Her son had the place all to himself. He could move around without bumping into or bothering anyone.
But unlike her son, she was still getting used to the altitude. She could still feel her heart beating faster than ordinary or her lungs working more on inhaling air than usual.
