"Mama, I'm going to miss you," he said. "What will happen if the airplane crashes?"
What was this all about? she wondered.
"Don't say that," she said, squeezing him. "Everything will be OK."
Shaka tried to reassure them both. "I will take care of him," he said to his mom. "He's my baby."
She watched the two boys walk away. But Miguel kept looking back at his mother. His big brown eyes looked sad.
Then he vanished from view.
———
They all converged at Gate G3.
Singh and his fellow flight attendants finished their preparations. The announcement finally rang out. It was time to board.
Miguel and Shaka made their way to their seats in the first row of economy. Grootscholten was in the same row, two seats to their left. He'd just changed his Facebook cover photo to an image of Schiphol's air traffic control tower.
Farther back, Ayley settled into his seat. Against all odds, he'd made it. The anxious flier had shot one final message to his friend Patterson: "Gidday mate, leaving Amsterdam now. Great trip, not looking forward to the plane."
Up front, Albert and Maree Rizk slid into the first row of business class. Budy Gunawan sat down next to Maree. His wife Irene and their children settled in a few rows behind them. They'd been among the last to check in.
Irene, still worried about how her family was coping with the typhoon, sent one last text to her sister-in-law: "Hehehe Lov u, turning off cellphone, time to take off...take care always, you may get hit by falling trees."
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