As the plane lands, I put my phone into my tote bag so it doesn't get damaged.
Why did mom get sick on the plane?
Now I have only my aunt to watch me.
That really stinks.
I step off the plane, as my aunt holds my hand.
We take a cab to the hotel we're staying in, and the hotel looks very beautiful. I step out of the cab, and stand in front of the hotel for three minutes, staring at the beautiful building.
It's a nice sandy color with auburn details here and there.
Aunt Melissa waves her hand in front of my face. "Hello? Anybody in there?" She asks, raising her voice.
I shake my head quickly, to get myself out of La La Land.
"Yeah." I say as I nod my head. Aunt Melissa giggles as she takes my hand, and guides me into the hotel.
We walk into our hotel room, and Aunt Melissa puts her luggage in a small room, what was meant to be a kid's room.
I raise one eyebrow as I ask, "Why are you taking the kid's room?"
Aunt Melissa giggles yet again, and says, "Why, Nellie, you deserve the bigger room. That room has a TV, and you like watching movies a lot more than I do."
This is fun already.
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Paris, My Dream Vacation
قصص عامة"I wanna go there someday!" Nelly said when she was 5. "Can we go there, Mommy?" She said when she was 7. "Can we please go, Mommy?" She said when she was 10. And now Nelly is 12. Nelly wants to go to Paris, France someday. It's her dream vacation...
