But we're not.
We were too used to the bombings that happen in planes that we're too tensed.
We were afraid of the attackers that might invade our plane.
I tried telling mum that their weapons are all hidden.
But it doesn't convince her.
She said passenger planes doesn't have any weapons.
I had a feeling she's right.
I tried making both me and mum feel better.
I though of the sold candlestick.
Without our ancestors to look after now us, we're on our own.
I am afraid.
Chapter 19
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