Our Reflection

36• And They Could Never Tear Us Apart

Cheryl Blossom POV

I looked at my wristwatch and stretched when I realised it was after 2 o'clock at night.

Toni and Veronica slept peacefully, with their heads resting.

I took a good look at the paint window and saw the pitch right below us it was probably some mountain area.

After the concert in Helsinki, Finland, we were finally just a few hours from Munich, site of the last repair of the small tour of Châteu Topaz.

I need to say how happy I was with my investment, since the profits were favorable, but something was bothering me since yesterday morning, like those mother's afflictions.

I wondered if Theo was okay, or maybe 2 Marjorie.

"Excuse me lady."

I looked away from the window and came across a stewardess in her 40s with heavy makeup.

"Sorry to disturb your tranquility, but there is a child crying a lot."

"Yes, but .. what do I have with that?"

"It belongs to your group, your shirt is the same as the others."

"Ah. I'm sorry, l'll check. What is the seat?"

"Eighteen B."

"Thanks."

The flight attendant looked at me with disgust and I gave her a boring smile, since my lack of education deserved much more than a simple crooked look.

I untied the belt and passed over Veronica and Toni with difficulty, who by this time were already asleep hugged.

I took my cell phone out of my pocket carefully and tried to take a picture before they woke up, it would be a great asset when they made me lose my temper.

My friendship with the two grew a lot, but with Toni it was different ... it was more ... surreal.

I ran my fingertips over her cheek and watched her smile in a child-youth smile, making me correspond 8. even though she didn't know.

The plane's lights were off, only the sides, very weak, were accessible for minimal lighting and so that no one stumbled on the way to the bathroom.

I passed by the seats full of students and everyone slept peacefully, probably dreaming of all the care and success they had in achieved in just two days.

Some of the seat monitors were off, but one caught my eye, just ahead of where I was.

I recognized the red hair and took advantage of that there was no one beside Melissa at that moment to sit down.

The girl was watching the window and didn't see me coming, but as soon as I poked her in the ribs, she jumped in fright, removing the headphones.

"Aunt Cheryl, what a scare!"

"You know, I never liked being called aunt, I feel very old."

I wrinkled my nose and Melissa lowered her head, playing with the headphones.

"But no problem, you are my legitimate niece, I see no harm in that."

"Oh thanks."

"Honey, why were you crying?"

The girl looked at me with wide eyes and swallowed, looking at the hands that rested on her lap.

"The flight attendant came to talk to me that you were crying. Tell me, what ails you? Is it homesickness? Do you want to talk to your mother?"