When I entered Boston Logan airport, a butterfly kiss and a big hug welcomed me.
“How are you, babe? How was the flight?”
“I am good. The flight was bumpy but good. How are you?”
“Missing you so much.”
And he hugged me again.
“You want to eat first?”
“Yeah, I am starving. They only served breakfast.”
“I have a place that you’ll like.”
“Okay.”
I pulled out my phone and called mom and dad.
“Hi, mom. I am already here.”
“Are you at the airport?”
“Yeah, I already saw Brad and he carried my luggage already.”
“Okay, just take care and study hard.”
“I will.”
“I love you, honey.”
“I love you. mom”
And we hang up. I looked at Brad.
He carried my luggage, rolled it while he held my hand with his other free hand and we walked towards the parking lot. We rode a car different from his
