Akila’s POV
We jumped on a plane in Kenya and enjoyed a four-hour flight to South Africa. While we flew, I held Yaro while Nava got some rest. He hadn’t been feeling good the past couple of days and she had been doing a lot to make him feel better during the night.
While on the plane I worked on teaching him how to say ‘mama’. He was slowly getting it. He would say things in Amharic that we didn’t understand. It sucked that we couldn’t understand him but we still love the little guy.
When we landed I was thankful to know that we could wear whatever we wanted to here. There was no dress code and no specific attire we needed. I was so tired of being restricted and I could tell Sean was too. Nava didn’t care, she enjoyed dressing differently.
Sean got a car and we piled into it. He d
