I sat by the window and watched the red sun slowly make its way behind the sea. The clouds had turned from white to cotton candy pink, and the brightest stars appeared as the sky grew darker.
"Excuse me," dad said as the airplane lady handed out snacks to the passengers. "Are we almost there?"
She had small eyes that smiled all the time. I didn't want to call her 'airplane lady', but she didn't have a tag pinned to her chest like the food lady at McDonald's.
"We'll be landing in an hour," she said.
Dad didn't like that answer, but still he said "Thank you." He handed me his chocolate muffin, which I found strange because they were his favorite. Now I had two. The Wi-Fi in the plane awfully slow, so I had no choice but to watch the news on the muted TV while devouring the muffins.
The news was interrupted by a live coverage of Mr. Toriyama's funeral. Thousands had gathered to the cemetery. Some brought flowers, others held candles, and some brought nothing but tears.
Dad had dozed off, and I was still deciding whether to wake him up. But what was the point? It would only make him upset. So I let him rest. But as soon as the captain announced that we were about to land, he woke up and saw the live coverage anyway. I just kept quiet and pressed my face on the glass window, staring at the incoming city lights below.
