Well, here we are, on the plane going home. We’re in zone four again. Zone four is the name given to the group of seats closest to the wings and the little kids. This time, my sister gets to sit next the large bearded man and I get the window seat. Suddenly, the plane seems a little larger.
There is a little girl in front of me who keeps pointing at men and saying “a dada”
The girl is a boy.