It is 1:15 A.M. Thursday. Two more hours and I will leave Tehran.
My close cousin cried and I cried with her. My other cousins came to say good-bye. It was the hardest night for me. My mom’s aunt told my sister, ” Think of it as a dream. You just had a dream that your sister came back.”
I’m very sleepy but I have to stay awake.
5:16 A.M, waiting for the plane to Amsterdam.
I held my tears but the last minute they poured down. I held them in again and now I can’t wait to pour them all out. My eyes are very watery.
I’m in the plane. I read my cousin’s letter and cried. It was the saddest yet the sweetest letter.
10:45 A.M. I was mostly sleep during this flight. I can’t wait to see my oldest brother.
I feel as though I’m still in Iran. My return the second time was the best but its good-bye was the hardest from all my other trips.