Cora The noise of the bustling international airport terminal was absolutely deafening, but for once, it didn't sound like annoying background static. It sounded like pure, unfiltered excitement. I stood just past the security barrier, my hands resting gently on the small shoulders of my five-year-old twins as we both eagerly watched the sliding glass doors of the international arrival gate. "Maman, is Aunty Annie here yet?" Ricky asked for literally the fourteenth time in the last ten minutes, bouncing up and down on the tips of his sneakers, his dark curls flying everywhere. "She's coming, Ricky. The plane just landed a little bit ago," I laughed warmly, squeezing his shoulder to keep him from running straight past the security line. Riley, who was standing right next to him, folded her little arms across her chest with a look of extreme, mature patience. "You have to wait for the bags, dummy. Aunty Annie has a lot of bags because she's staying with us for a whole week." "I am
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