Silently, I surveyed the snow as slithered across the window obliterating all hope that my flight wouldn’t be cancelled. So many chances, and this was my last. I promised my job wouldn’t come first for once.
My mobile buzzed in my pocket, and I answered straight away.
‘What time will you be home?’ It was my little girl, and my heart almost stopped beating.
‘Please,’ I inwardly prayed for the first time in my life, ‘let me get home.’
‘Flight 244 passengers please move towards boarding gate seven.’
I would see my son, and nothing would stop me.
Writer Ravenclaw 