The flight attendant called about unaccompanied minors. We all hugged her before she went with the flight attendant and watched her disappear as she walked down the ramp. Then we sat until the passengers boarded the plane. Afterwards, my father got up and went to the window, watching it take off. As soon as it was in the air, we went to the car. He texted my mother that she had taken off and told her to tell him when she landed. The drive back from Tampa was long and silent. My brother and I stared out the window as my father drove, faint music playing on the car stereo. The weight of my decision had begun to be felt. I was no longer responsible for watching or caring for Amaya. He no longer interrupted me while I was doing my homework to ask if I wanted to play. I would no longer be responsible for babysitting her until my mother came home. I could have called her just to see how she was. It would be hard to adjust, and for a while I would still feel like it was there, like it was supposed to