Chapter 10

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“She’ll be waiting in the terminal lounge” Jayne smiled as she straightened out my jacket. “Thankfully your flight wasn’t delayed from all of our bad weather. Will you be okay?” she asked me maternally.

I nodded. I was beginning to grow way too emotional over it all.

Everything was growing so real, and it was a realisation for me that the time had really come for me to face everything that had happened to me over the past week or so.

 “And even if you don’t find her, you’re seated together on the plane so you’ll just meet there, okay?”

I couldn’t meet her gaze.

“Come here,” she smiled, equally as upset as me, as she pulled me in for a hug. It was probably be the last hug I would get for a while. “I’m only a phone call away.”

I pulled away, only just managing to keep myself from crying. “I know. And thank you.”

She smiled, this time not bothering to hide her tears. I pulled away, making it as quick and painless as possible.

I bent down and picked up my bag, before loosely swinging it over my shoulder. It didn’t contain much, just my phone, my IPod and a couple of books.

 I didn’t plan on being antisocial towards my grandmother, but it sure did seem that way.

I smiled one final time before turning around and walking towards the escalators that would take me through customs.

I didn’t want to go straight to the terminal lounge; instead I planned on getting some breakfast. And I sort of wanted to be alone for a little while. I hadn’t been alone for a while.

Even in my room at the care home, I never was really alone.

As I approached the metal detectors and x- ray machines I rolled my eyes at the size of the line. I hated airports.

I never did mind the ones on holiday, for they weren’t as busy as Heathrow. The people here could be travelling as far as the other side of the world.

I wondered how I would react to my family. I knew that I could think I was going to treat them well, be close to them and get along with them. But I just didn’t know. It wasn’t that easy to predict.

However, the fact that my dad actually fought for me, and hired a lawyer and everything, made me think that at least I was wanted there with them. It seemed that I already had so much more with them than I had in England.

The line began to go down slowly, and eventually I was at the front. I placed my bag down on the conveyor belt, and walked through the detector. My heart began to beat erratically as I did so, for I always feared that it would go off.

Thankfully, it didn’t.

I walked over to the end of the machine and collected my bag, before walking off into the airport duty free. I actually hated being alone in the airport.

 I actually felt extremely vulnerable and it was horrible. I knew that my grandmother was somewhere in here, but I had no idea who she was.

I found a seat to sit at and settled myself.  I didn’t plan on going to the terminal until the flight was called. Pulling my book out of my bag, I decided that I would pretend to read.

 I had no intention of doing so, and didn’t think I would have the mental capacity to do so at that moment.

At least I could sit there until my flight was called without looking completely stupid.

I wondered what would happen when I got there. Christmas was coming up, and I knew it would never be the same again. I didn’t know if it was a good thing or a bad thing, but it was certainly something.

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