The roar of departing engines thundered across the tarmac, shaking the ground beneath their feet as Jenny, Rosa, Lucia, and their grandmother stood just beyond a marked yellow safety line, craning their necks to watch a Boeing 787 ascend into the clear blue sky. Jet exhaust billowed behind it, creating a white cloud that caught the morning sun.
Lucia clapped her hands like a child on her birthday, bouncing slightly on her toes. “Ahh! It’s so impressive! I’ve never been this close to a plane before!”
“Shoo, shoo,” the grandmother said, waving her hand dismissively while smiling with pride, her face crinkling into a thousand lines. “Our Jenny does this every day. She could fly one of those giants if she wanted to.”
Rosa lifted her chin, her chest swelling with pride as she adjusted her br
