Grandpa smelled of comfort; the rich, warm scents of coffee and Aqua Velva. Quiet and witty, his brown eyes glinted when I’d beg him to play. Just one more time, pleeease. We’d construct palaces of red, yellow, and blue rectangles or clutch our...
Two hundred twelve people wedged carry on bags into the overhead storage space, bumping and jostling others in the narrow confines of the jet’s interior. Boasting tickets marked with their final destination, Kuala Lumpur, and convinced of the pilot’s...