I’m hungry again” “Sure sweedie, I get something for myself as well.”
She pressed a button at the side of the chair and within a couple of seconds a lady walked up to us. “Hi, how are you both. Is something I could do for you guys?”
She had a strange accent but I could still understand what she was saying. “I’ll like to have some juice and a snack please!” “And for you?” “Can I have a glass of wine?” said Aunty Nasha. “Sure, I’ll be back soon.”
Before I can blink twice she was back. She brought me back some pretzels, and a bag of cameral popcorn with some apple juice. She handed Aunty Nasha some kind of red juice that smelt weird but I couldn’t try it. Aunty Nasha said it was to calm her nerves and will make me feel droopy if I had it. After I finished my snacks I felt so stuffed. I placed my head on Aunty Nasha’s lap and she played with my hair until I fell fast asleep…
I was woken by a sudden tremble—it was the plane again. “Is something wrong with the engines or something? Why doesn’t the pilot ever tell us when the plane is going to shake like this? It really scares me.” “He did sweedie! You just didn’t hear him in your