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This story is the wind beneath my wings.
Honestly same, except the wind stops when i fly too close to the sun, causing the wax and me falling to my death. Mind you i wasn't over the ocean, but seoul
Your grandson doesn’t need to go back to Seoul, he needs a mental evaluation and a padded room from what happened in Seoul. Also consider you’re actively dying and he wants to see you off. How does an author write everyone at the same level of mental delay.