Dare to love me.

The uncontrollable shaking of the plane disrupts my chain of thoughts, making my heart race rapidly. The take-off shouldn't have lasted this long. Panic makes its way through the plane and suddenly everybody starts to yell.

I hold the seat-sets so hard my knuckles turn white and try not to move. Not that I could. My breathing gets uneven due to my asthma and I try my best to calm myself down, while my dad rummages desperately through my handbag in order to find the inhaler. His actions get suddenly interrupted by the stewardess who forcefully pushes him back into his seat.

My head starts to feel lighter and my breathing heavier while the alarm of the plane gets off and I start to lose my consciousness, but not before I see my dad shielding me from something hard that was about to make a fall on me.

A weak « I love my child » is sung into my ear and everything turns black.