[Lilia]

It has been a while since I last boarded a plane. My mother was still alive when we migrated, and I was only eleven years old then. I could feel Aya’s excitement radiating just as we paved the way through the long corridor, following Val and three other men that carried our things.

I honestly don’t know what to feel with Val right now, after our conversation last night, though I could sense he doesn’t give a damn about it. Maybe I was just overthinking too much and put meaning in ...