It was a Boeing 747 flying from the United States to my country, my capital.
Under the blue sea and blue sky, among the clouds, during these fifteen hours, although I was very sleepy, I really couldn't sleep. Xiaona said that it was good to be alive, and it seemed like a trick of fate to ask me to live well. I was alive, but she was gone.
Holding the box containing her ashes in my hand, wrapped in a layer of light yellow silk, she lay quietly in my arms.
When the plane landed smoothly at the Capital Airport, I turned my head and looked at the land outside the window, with infinite emotion in my heart. I murmured to myself: "Xiao Na, we are going home."