The plane was stuffy and cold at the same time. I squinted at the tiny screan playing The Notebook
. Ick! What human wants to watch that? Not me. The fat guy I was next to kept snoring but we hadn't even taken off yet. More than anything,I wanted to be back at home, sitting on the couch with a cup of Coco watching Shark Tank
with my long time boyfriend Matt. But what was I doing instead? Sitting on a crowded plane with a ticket to sunny Miami in the middle of Rainy Season! Why you ask? For my Great Aunt's fueneral who I hadn't seen since I was 1O months old! That's why. Just as I was about to ask the stewardess if I could change my seat, the seatbelt sing came on. I pouted. "Time to fly I suppose." I turned my head. A woman about 45 who had creamy tan skin and hazel eyes and hair said. She looked alot like me and I had always been bouncing around in foster homes untill my boyfriend's family took me in.I wonder.......The only clues I had about my past life is that I had one lone aunt who was too old to take care of a baby and that my mom's first name was Rose. Even though I had taken my boyfriend's name (we were planning to get married when we turned 1
My mom's last was Holmes, Holm,Holmese something like that. " 'Scuse me Ma'am," I asked her, "but what's your name?" "Rose Holm," She awnsered and continued reading The New Yourk Times
. I smiled, this might not be such a long ride after all.
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like nobody is watching
like you've never been hurt
like nobody can hear you
like it's heaven on earth