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She looked up at me. Beaming from ear to ear. I forced a big smile back. I was proud of her I really was. Riding a bike all by herself for the first time without training wheels. A tear slipped down my cheek. She's growing up so fast...
I remember going to Sunday School every week and all the Bible stories we were told. The stories of Noah and Jonah, Adam and Eve and Moses. I don't go to Sunday School any more, but those were the days. Those were the days...
I pulled the sleeves of my sweatshirt down hiding my cuts. My sister gave me a questioning look. "I'm cold," I muttered. She shrugged. I wasn't cold and she knew it. I was just trying to hide where I had self harmed.
"One, two, three, four, five six, seven," I counted to myself. "One, two, three, four, five, six, seven," I counted again. I am a perfectionist. All my spices are alphabetized on their shelves and I never keep an odd number of anything. But I only have seven packages here. Someone has stolen some pretzels.
It's raining now. Hard. From where I sit on the window sill, I see a crack of lightening light up the sky quickly followed by a rolling clap of thunder. A shiver runs down my spine. I never was a big fan of thunderstorms.
Before we took off I had time to study my fellow passengers. Surely I would remember such a strange looking man. No, there was no way he was on the plane when we took off. But if he wasn't on when we took off, how did he get on and why was he hijacking the plane?