return journey

My name is Olivia, I was born and spent my early years in the American village of Alfred, I lived with my mom, dad and grandfather in one house, but my dad didn’t spend much time with us at home, he traveled a lot because of his work and meetings held abroad, when I was in the first stage of my studies, my grades were low and that made my parents angry with me constantly until the day came when I changed my way of thinking and started working hard to get first place in the ninth grade and at that time I started to get attached to flying and everything related to it until I decided to become a co-pilot or a pilot, and the credit goes to my dad who used to tell me about the planes and the events that happened to him during his travels, I sometimes told him about my desire to travel even once but he couldn’t because of his work that took up his time, one day the manager James decided to take the top students on a trip to Poland for ten days during the summer vacation, I was very happy because it would be the first time I rode a plane, the trip was all that occupied my mind until that day came and the dream came true that I boarded the plane that would take us to Poland, but what happened no one had thought of. The plane crashed hours before its arrival, and I woke up two months after the crash to hear the shocking news that everyone with me had died and I was the only survivor. I was thousands of kilometers away from my parents and I had no way to reach them at that time. My health was deteriorating, and I was afraid of boarding a plane again, but despite everything that had happened to me, fate sent me people who would care for me as they would care for their own children. They were the beautiful Victoria family who brought me back to life after the plane crash killed her. A family that encouraged me and stood by me every moment I spent with them until I overcame my fear of flying and achieved my biggest dream, which was to become a co-pilot. Fate willed that I would return one day to my homeland after an absence that lasted ten years, during which I did not know what happened to my parents or my grandfather. I returned to my homeland, to my small village, to find my parents there, who had given birth to two children, but my joy did not last long. Meeting them was a surprise that turned my happiness upside down when I discovered that my grandfather had passed away and I was longing to see him.