“Too bad,” I said and started laughing again.
The man looked at us.
Dad said in English, “We’re good now.”
I said, “Yeah, good.”
The man nodded awkwardly.
Dad smiled.
Then he went back to sleep.
The rest of the flight was uneventful.
Which is what I wanted.
When we landed, I was exhausted.
We walked through immigration, collected our luggage, and headed toward arrivals.
The second the doors opened, I heard my son’s voice.
“Mom!”
He came running toward me.
My daughter was right behind him.
Mark was following, laughing because both kids had completely abandoned the sign they’d made.
My son slammed into me so hard I nearly dropped my bag.
My daughter wrapped herself around my waist.
Then they saw Dad. “Grandpa!”
And just like that, I was replaced.
Dad acted offended for approximately half a second before hugging both of them.
Mark kissed me. “How was the flight?”
