Her hand

Last time we flew together I must have been five.

I remember every time we flew, she sat next to me and put her hand on top of my small hand and held tight at take off, and landing. Just at the right minute when the cabin pressure is too much and your body feels too light as if you will be flying off your seat, the same feeling you get on a roller coaster. She held my hand tight and smiled. She told me it will be over soon.

Last time I flew with my mom was 25 years ago but the warmth of her hand still feels so strong on my hands, at every take off and every landing.