Every detail of his face mirrored that of his. But it couldn’t be him. She knew it was impossible. Yet, there he was, sitting a couple of rows away from her. She continued to stare at him, but he didn’t seem to notice her presence. She was facing a mayhem of thoughts, struggling to comprehend how her dad could be on this flight.
The same warm brown eyes that once gazed at her with love and devotion now looked out the window without recognition. The strong, tender hands that had held hers through every step of the way were now calmly flipping through an airplane magazine.