I feel nostalgic when I land in the Golden Stone pack, my father's pack. I left this place when I was sixteen years old but still came to visit on every holiday. I took off my sunglasses as I descended the plane stairs, and the first one I saw in my line of vision was my mom, Caliana Meyers Chasia. She looked breathtaking. 

" My baby!" she exclaimed in happiness, waving at me, and I rushed towards her, throwing my arms around her. 

" Mom,"

I pulled away from her, and she took off my ...