Waiting, and Waiting, and Waiting...
“Flight number BA2490, 5:45 am direct to Los Angeles has been delayed, please check with employees at your terminal for information.” Heather breathed a huge sigh of relief. It was 5:25 am and she hadn’t even moved 10 feet in the line for customs. Amelia had just started to stir, her head still covered by a thin pink blanket to act as a barrier between her and the bustling airport. Heather thought she allowed enough time between feedings to get through customs, but the way Amelia was stirring told her otherwise.
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