The winter exams and holidays were already over. I was tightly holding my mother's hand while walking inside the airport. Aziel was following us closely behind as he volunteered to pull the luggage.
It was the day that she had to finally fly to Dallas. Although she wouldn't be able to celebrate my birthday in two weeks, I was fortunate that I still got to spend that year's holidays with her before her flight.
"I think it's time to check in already," Aziel announced when he looked up at the LED board.
I also checked the board. There was already a sign for those who were in the same flight number as my mother to check in. And so, with a smile, I turned to her. However, she was wearing the opposite expression. Tears were brimming in her eyes and she was looking so blue. She didn't have to
