The plane rattled with every bump on the road. She shifted in her seat dramatically as if to defy the crew that insisted everyone sit tight during take-off. The plane gathered enough speed and lifted from the ground. Her heart sank as they soared. Drifts of clouds rushed by, and a lump formed in her throat. She had not been born there but the roots of the island gripped her heart. She felt a pressure on her shoulders as if the land below insisted she stay. She made the sign of the cross with a promise to her ancestors that she’d return.