C17 CHAPTER 17: Those Memories

GABRIEL’s P.O.V.

Our whole flight to Singapore is composed of Mom sitting up and down to go into the lavatory, me eating various kinds of foods, and the both of us sleeping like an idiot on our seats. When the pilot finally told us to put on our seatbelts, that’s when I finally came back to my senses, loosing the ability to sleep again.

Maybe that was because of excitement