Paula and Winter arrived at the airport, dragging their bags and luggage behind them.
Announcements and hurried conversations echoed through the air. Paula's eyes darted around, making sure they didn't miss anything.
Barbie and Yolanda's flight had already departed earlier that morning, leaving just her and Winter to their own journey.
Winter, her ever-curious son, looked up at her with excitement dancing in his eyes. "Mom, I'm going to tell my friends I went to Jali," he declared proudly.
Paula couldn't help but smile at his innocent enthusiasm. "You can tell them whatever you want, sweetheart," she replied, ruffling his hair affectionately.
As they continued toward the check-in counter, Winter suddenly asked, "Are we going back to our old home?"
Paula's smile faded slightly, replaced by a bittersweet expression. "Maybe," she said softly.
