"𝘏𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘭𝘰𝘳𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘱𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘵 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘭𝘥 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘭𝘦𝘧𝘵 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘨𝘳𝘦𝘺" - Atticus
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Wednesday. Chicago O'hare Airport, Chicago.
"Drrrr, drrrrr", was the sound streaming thru my AirPods as I sat there on Chicago O'Hare Airport, calling my brother on FaceTime. I was shaking my leg out of nervousness because I was going to tell him I wasn't going to make it to Indy 500. Even though I fully knew he was just going to be cheerful, I was still nervous to tell him in some way.
He had been hyping Indy 500 for months now, and he'd told me his desire to win it grew more and more every day, the closer it got to the biggest day sports event in the world. And I couldn't be there to see him compete and fight for the win. Though, I couldn't be more excited for what was waiting for me on the other side of the Atlantic. One of my biggest dreams in life, if not the biggest had just been fulfilled again, and this time for real. I wasn't going to be an extra or a jump in. This was permanent, an no one could take that away from me.
"Hej syrran! (Hey sis!)", I heard my brother say, which brought my attention from my thoughts to my phone and the FaceTime call.
"Hej! (Hi!)", I smiled back.
"Hej Alice (Hello Alice)", Iris, my brothers danish girlfriend said as the screen switched from my brothers face to hers. Iris was this beautiful and good-hearted brunette girl who had captured my brothers heart a year ago, and I couldn't be more happy for it. She really made my brother the happiest, and I was so happy he'd found someone to share his life with.
"Hej Iris (Hi Iris)", I said hi to her too.
"Jag hinner inte snacka så länge eftersom jag har ett möte om 20 minuter... (I don't have time to talk for so long, cause I have a meeting in 20 minutes...)", my brother explained, still with a smile on his face, before his facial expression changed to questioning as he asked:
"...Vänta, vart är du någonstans...på flygplatsen?..(...Wait, we're are you...at the airport?...)"
"...du vet väl att racet är på söndag, lite tidigt att åka hit nu haha. Skulle inte du åka hit på fredag? (You know that the race is on Sunday right, a little early to come here now haha. Shouldn't you arrive here on Friday?", my brother finished of jokingly, as he got a smirk on his face again.
"Ehh..jag ska inte till Indianapolis (Ehh..i'm not going to Indianapolis)", I answered him with a serious tone and some hesitation, to tell him why I actually was at the airport.
