Chapter 30a
Had I not been feeling nauseous, I would have cheered surviving my first airplane flight. The dreadful sensation of my stomach dropping during the rapid descent, and the jarring impact as the plane’s wheels struck the tarmac at what seemed like unnatural speeds, felt entirely unsettling. I was told that the plane had landed at the small airfield nearest to the pack. It wasn’t until I stepped through the doors onto the plane’s steps and took a deep breath of fresh air, that I truly felt we had landed. Kilani talked animatedly about her pack and her friends as we made our way to the waiting car. I understood she was trying to stave off the creeping fear, doubt, and that terrible sense of foreboding. Her efforts were not lost on me. It was also a relief that no one expected much conversation
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