They were calling rows 15 to 29 first, people started queuing up to get on. A father with two sons of flaming red hair stood behind the queue. First thought to my mind was, with hair as dark as he's got, they were clearly not his kids.I kept listening trying to make out their accent. I could not decide weather it was Irish or American.I let my gaze wonder and it fell on a young blond girl in her twenties as she handed her boarding pass. As she walked towards the plane, I noticed she was fighting back tears. A love story went bad, was she ment to meet someone? Like those happy ending Hollywood stories, could it be she did not get her happy after? We will never know, but as she walked passed I could see her gathering her courage, fighting her tears back and putting on a brave face as she ready herself to move on with her life.The flight itself was normal, I found my seat, strapped myself in took out the book I was reading (Isaac Asimov the foundation) and relaxed. It was the landing that caught me off gard. It seems the pilot could not get the plan straight for the landing, I told myself this could not be the end I haven't even seen America, but a few seconds later I reassured myself, I can't die here, I have to many angels watching over me including my granda maggie, every thing will be ok, I wasn't scared anymore. Then we landed. Touch down shouted my inner voice. We're in Dublin.
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