The Airplanes And My Story

Airplanes Hurt Me More Than Anything

I looked up at the sky from my
window

And then I saw it,

An airplane.

I felt thousands of emotions as I stared at it.

Awe, fascination, confusion, sadness, sorrow, and most particularly,

Hurt.

A lone tear slipped from my eyes. I wiped it away.

In an instant, I started to remember little me. And of how I grew up wishing that I'd see myself sitting in one. Looking at the clouds outside the window, appreciating the view from up above with my parents smiling at me in adoration.

But then nothing is perfect. When we thought things were finally going great then fate would just have to take it all away.

It hurts.

I'm hurt.

But...

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I remember myself happily hopping from place to place as I walk on the hallways of my elementary school. I was only 10 that time. I kept myself from grinning the whole day knowing that my parents would soon arrive from their business trip and that they would be showering me with all kinds of gifts and chocolates by the time I got home.

It was dismissal time and 15 minutes has already passed yet I am still excited. I just can't help it. I'm so happy to see them once again because I missed them!

I saw a car stop right infront of me and I immediately rose to my feet with a small squeal of happiness. But it quickly vanished when I soon realized that it wasn't my parents or my driver. Instead, it was my aunt with a very red and puffy eyes.

"Aria, baby, come here." She said, almost choking on her own words.
"Aunty Cherry, what's wrong? Why are you crying? Please don't. You know that I hate that." But she only looked at me showing me a fake smile saying "Yes, yes, I won't. I'm very sorry, honey."

At the age of 10, I wasn't stupid to not know that something was wrong. I can feel it. But I never really want to let it control me so I altered my attention towards the fact that I would be home soon.

But all those alteration came crashing down when I got home and saw everyone crying. They couldn't even look at me. I saw my grandpa hugging my grandma near the first set of stairs, I saw my dad's brother crying while hugging her wife and when I look back at Aunt Cherry, she was trying her best to be strong for me. Her boyfriend, Troy, caressed her back gently then he walked towards me and immediately lifted me up and carried me.

"Where are we going, Troy?"
"Do you want me to take you to where your parents' gifts for you are, baby?" He said slowly, trying his best not to cry. I wiped his tears away as I looked at him sadly.
"Where are they? What happened to them? Can't they be the ones to show me those?" He gave me a soft, sad smile.
"Baby, I'm sorry but they can't."
"But why?" I saw my grandma walked towards me, crying.

"Aria, my grandbaby." Tears were covering her already red eyes. She took me from Troy while grandpa only gave me a small sad kiss on my forehead and went to talk to Troy.

"Grandma, what's wrong?" I whispered.

"Aria, I am so sorry. I know that you're smart and.." she stopped, choking on her own sobs. "I'm guessing that you have an idea right now... but they aren't coming back, baby. They won't be coming back anymore." And then she started crying again.

No, I don't want to accept this. This isn't true. It's just a dream, Aria. No, it's just a nightmare. Please, wake up now. No, no, I don't believe this. No, I won't.