It's 4am and silence surrounds us. At 4am, the world is stagnant. There are no concerns or judgments. At 4am, when all the world is calm, I gaze down from hundreds of miles above. We are falling rapidly. Pressure engulfs us. We are told to remain seated, to fasten our seatbelts. Each inch becomes a mile, each second a test. I have never felt such apprehension. In minutes, I will be in Boston. There, my sister waits. Fear is everywhere. In Boston, there will be no peace or silence. I will smile. I will attempt graciousness. I will anxiously await acceptance.
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