By KATIE REDMILES
After fighting with my mom for the entire day, I was begging to get on my plane just to stop the stress. Yet as I got on the escalator and looked back, I saw my Dad’s tear-stained face waving goodbye. Then my brother ran up next to him, waving furiously. My chest started to get tight, and I realized it would be four months before I was in any of their presences again.