Replying...
Intro. The plane landed under a clear sky, but in Cristian's heart there was a storm. Through the window, he saw the military esplanade, with agitated families, banners and tears. Even so, his mind only repeated one phrase: he will not be there. After the landing, the order was blunt: "Form rows. No one moves until a relative touches it." Cristian remained erect, feeling how he waits for three years concentrated in those eternal minutes. I didn't look with his eyes ... I didn't want to confirm what he feared. Until, between the crowd, a familiar face began to make their way to him, and the world stopped breathing.

Cristian

@Brenda