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Mother's POV

I am so excited to see my son. After all, I had been blabbing on about it all the time. He was my light, my world. He was my little miracle, and he's finally coming back from summer camp. Here I am, driving her in the car, and all I can do is think about him. I'm losing focus here, I've missed two turns! I sighed. Maybe I'm just over-dramatic. No, that's not it. This is my only child. I can remember clearly the day he was born. I smiled. I can finally see the airport! Just then, my cell phone rang loud and clear. I knew I wasn't supposed to drive on the road, so I turned on my Bluetooth. It was my "friend", Alice. Times were tough, so she was helping me through it. Hey, Josie, is your son in the car? I shook my head, and at the same time, said, No, why? That moment, it hit me.

What?! Where did the plane crash?! How? Why?! I was in panic, but just then, I remembered something important. That wasn't the plane my son was on. Josie, I explained everything. I heard the sigh in her voice. I guess she did care about me. Anyways, I pulled up into the airport, and I waited in the little car section. I had to drive a round in circles, since I didn't see him anywhere. I just figured, I better just go to the garage and try to find him.

I didn't see him. This brought me into panic mode. I searched everywhere--- even the men's restroom. I began to think the worst, like maybe he didn't get on the plane, or maybe he actually was on the plane that crashed. I began to sob in the womans restroom, imagining my life without my son. A life without my son was like a life with no long-sleeved clothes in the winter. It would be cold, bitter, and harsh. This was a nightmare. However, I could not sit there and just think that he had died, or gotten injured.

I ran up to the attendant. I wiped my warm, wet tears, and stood up straight. I thought I looked like a mess. Hello, Madame. How may I help you? he asked, as only a good attendant would. Good afternoon, Sir. I am looking for my son. I told him all the information. The attendant hit the bomb on me. It was true. My son, my sunshine, was in the plane that had crashed. He told me that it only crashed 40 miles from here, so I ran outside and rushed into my car. I was pulled over for speeding.

When I arrived, ambulances, firetrucks and police cars were everywhere. I don't remember how many times I had to tell them that my son was in the plane crash. I rushed to the scene. It looked horrible. I looked around the stretchers, and noticed there was more than 5 people around one person. I looked over the men and woman. It was a young boy. The boy was my son. I began to bawl, sob and weep. I asked the medical attendant if he would be alright. He replied to me, He is in critical condition, At that moment, I grabbed my son's hand, and never left his side.

I know this is really bad right now. But, I am tired, and this makes me feel weird since I have a flight to a family reunion tomorrow.

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