Home !!VERY SHORT, PLEASE CRIT!!As the plane touched down, she held her breath. She could see the lights of Cairo rushing toward her from the window until the aircraft dipped down to become part of them.
The plane shook as its wheels skidded across the pavement of the runway and slowly came to a halt. A ball of anxiety tightened in her belly. Somehow, she felt like the air and the soil and all gazes of all the thousands upon thousands of people would combine to form one enormous compound eye to scrutinize her, and judge her; did our daughter grow up to be all she could be? Did she lose herself in the time she spent away? What happened to that bright-eyed little girl we used to know?
There was absolutely no reason to feel this way, of course she wasn't even born in Egypt. In fact, her birth had taken place in a Toronto hospital, no more than forty minutes from where she currently resided. Canada was her mother; it was where she