I said goodbye to my dad over the phone and not the usual in person that I would have liked. In his defense of why he didn't come home to see me leave, he said he was too busy at work. But I knew he deliberately decided to stay off, probably too ashamed to see me. A tear dropped down my cheek at that simple thought. Dad didn't know just how much I loved him, and despite what mom or anyone else thought about him, I didn't give a damn. The flight back from Detroit to the Los Angeles international airport was both tiring and exhausting. It turned out to last far longer than I had anticipated--over five hours instead of the four hours that I believed, but most importantly, I still had over two hours before the wedding. To kill the boredom, I had my airpods plugged in and listened to music play over and over again, watched some videos, played music again and slept a little. I was very excited and elevated when a flight attendant, a very husky young man, built like a football player annou
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