The flight was horrible. It got delayed multiple times, I was very stressed, and dad snapped at me for being nervous... and then when I cried out of fear he compared me to my sister, pointing out that she never cried during the trip. I feel like he loves her more than me.
It hasn’t been much better since even though I’m at the vacation home now. I vomited from stress, my throat hasn’t been feeling the best since a million people were coughing at the airport, and the smoke alarm went off for NO REASON.
I want to be back home. I’m in serious mental pain. :’(