Isabella

Rafaele and I deboarded the airplane at our final destination. Exiting first class, we were some of the first passengers to make our way up the long jet bridge. With each step, I tried to remind myself of the promise I’d made to my siblings, the promise to use this experience to learn, to explore, and to see more of the world. As we stepped into the San Diego airport, I glanced out the large windows, seeing rows of commercial airplanes parked at gate after gate. This ...