ARIEL'S POV
I breathe a sigh of relief as we got out of the plane, this country holds memories of pain, nothing good has been given to me by it except for Jason and now he is my everything.
"Mommy, my face itches." Jason complained trying to reach out to his mask but I held his hands, "Can you wait a little bit longer, immediately we get to our suite I'll pull it off, I promise." I said feeling guilty, I knew my boy very well and he is very tolerant of any situation, so for him to complain about an itch, he probably couldn't bare it anymore which made me anxious.
