We finally reach the runway. My twin Afalin, and brother Amaor were already there and quickly ran over to papa hugging him . The whole ride there it was an awkward silence that made the ten minute trip seem like forty. Amaor had already gotten to the landing strip and started putting bags on by the time we pulled up.
"You need help?" I say looking over to my papa motioning to the plane.
"You know full well if I didn't accept help from Travis ion wan it from you" he says slurring and shortening his words towards the end.
I lift my hands up defensively as I get out of the driver seat to help my mom.
"No matter how sick he gets he will always be the hard-headed man I married 25 years ago" she says shaking her head with a smirk on her face staring off into the distance.
"Come on and help me get the rest of the bags on the plane" Amaor shouts to Ayan, breaking ma out of her daze.
I told Afalin to help them put the bags onto the plane . I got on and put papas medicine in the bins over our heads . Afalin, Amaor, and ma took they're seats but then started moving around so mama and papa can sit together
"I'm glad you decided to join us, we almost left without you" Ma smirks.
I sit down with a deep sigh and get ready for take-off. Getting prepared to see my home I haven't seen in years. Let's go. I think to myself as the pilot sets off into a bumpy take-off.
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It's only been a few hours since we've left the coast of Florida but it feels like it's been days. I strip my seat belt off getting up to give papa his meds. I bring my Korrs bag down from the overhead to get water. I get the bottle and walk over to where he was seated.
"Patrick it's time to take your meds" mama tapped him gracefully trying not to startle him. When I got to him he seemed different. It didn't seem like a sleep, but a that moment I couldn't explain what it was. So I walked closer to him and shook him. Not too hard so I wouldn't hurt him because he had become weak and frail since the sickness. But this was a different kind of weak. I shook him again a little harder this time and he still didn't wake up.
"Papa?" I whisper with tears starting to store in my eyes as I shake him again harder.
This time I scream "Patrick!" Yet he still didn't wake up. I dropped his meds and the water and run to Amaor with tears rolling down my eyes.
"Papa's dead" I sob.
Afalin drops his iPad and As he reaches him he's screaming his name.
"PATRICK! PATRICK!" He shouts. The bass on his voice booming throughout the plane " DON'T YOU DARE DIE OLD PIECE OF JUNK!".
Ayan gets to him and checks his pulse while tears forcefully roll down her cheeks.
"Daddy don't go" I hear her small voice crack .
I think to myself she's the baby . I go and wrap my arms around my little sister, the youngest. Ma takes his oxygen off and starts CPR. She does it for at least ten minutes before Amaor stops her.
"Ma he's gone, okay?" Amaor says softly rubbing her back. "He's gone."
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