26 October 2012
6.45pm . My taxi would be here in fifteen minuets, I didn't run around checking I'd got everything, I just sat. The only thing I wanted to do was cry, I realised that it was the fear of the unknown I didn't want to venture into but it was the fact that I'd be leaving mum, yes she wasn't physically there anymore but I felt when I was at home she was mentally always around me and now I'd be millions of miles away somewhere in Northern Ireland!
As soon as the plane had landed it began again, my ears became much more sensitive and I had to concentrate much more to keep my breathing steady. As I walked through the arrivals tunnel I looked desperately for my name, the quicker I got out of here the quicker I expected the 'attack' to stop. "Cassandra!" A loud shout came across the airport hall, a tall, slim woman caught my gaze. Auntie Íde.
(3) Waiting For Faith • Opuss № I