Sia's Point of View
I was concerned by the heat of the sun and the wind blowing off the plane. While I strained to come down, passengers descended one by one. It would be difficult for me to even drag my suitcase after that. Except for Celine, no one knew I had come, and no one knew the plane I was on had landed. I was back home, and the air seemed familiar again. Finally.
"SIA!!" While I was walking out of immigration, the lady shouted from distance.
When I spotted her, she was waving a banner; I approached her, and she greeted me with an embrace.
"I missed you so much," Celine said, her voice trembling. She was fighting back her tears.
We drew away from one other's embrace and couldn't help but cry when our eyes met. We resembled siblings who hadn't seen one other in a long time.
