Selena

“Mom?” I look at the line that stretches in front of me as I make my way towards the airstrip’s exit. I press the phone closer to my ear.

“Selena, you alright?” is my mom’s concerned voice. How she always manages to know what I feel.

“I'm coming back home.” I hand over my ticket and my document and the service lady checks it.

“Oh my God.” The line goes muted on the other side.

“I'm already boarding the plane.” I walk slower because I am almost on the plane.

“I love you, daughter.”

“I love you too, Mom.”

I can't take it anymore and cry when I settle...