C8 Rose

It was a 30-minute ride to the airport; we arrived earlier than expected. I was hoping

to see Morris' cute little face pissed as he was a little too impatient for his age. Miss

Beatrice would have been buzzing either me or Dad's phone.

We were out in the terminal, expecting to see them.

I sat.

My Dad was getting worked up, he strolled from pillar to post.

“We could go grab some snacks