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Maya's foot taps nervously on the carpeted floor of the airplane. "Are we in the air yet?"
"Not yet," I answer. "Soon, we're about to lift off." As the plane lifts into the air, Maya lets out a muffled shriek. "My tummy feels weird," she whispers.
"That's because we're going upwards so fast," I explain calmly. Reaching across my sister's lap, I lift the window shade. "Look out the window." I tell her. Maya's eyes grow wide in worried wonder as they roam the shrinking city below us. "Wow." She sighs, amazed.