The planes have never understood, but the way was fine. Cicin slept through most of it, and as soon as the plane landed, they took my bag and went into the hall. There waiting for her her dad. He is waving as if for the first time in his life he saw Santa. All the way to the house talking about what’s new. For a long moment vymotávali from the streets of the city, which was the pre-Christmas hustle and decorations so different than when she was here last. Then they headed into the mountains. To their house. At the door he is waiting for my mom.
As she stepped on the floor in front of the house, he was home again.