The aircraft soared across the ocean, and the radiant sun coupled with the endless azure sky above lifted my mood. I observed the changing scenery as clouds drifted by and a warm, orange-tinted light painted the horizon.
Abruptly, creativity struck, and I hastily sketched my idea on paper.
By the time I completed my drawing, darkness had enveloped the world outside the window.
The experience felt otherworldly—as if I'd journeyed through time and space. Our departure was on the morning of the 27th, yet we touched down on the evening of the 26th.
Filled with an unusual excitement, I exited the airport to find my parents and elder brother lined up, beaming and gesturing at me. They were unmistakable in the crowd.
I grasped my luggage and hurried over, enveloping my mother in a tight hug, relishing the familiar warmth I had longed for.
In the past, driven by love, I had disregarded my parents' counsel and insisted on attending college in New York. They had reluctantly acquiesced.