Mo drained her coffee and dropped the cup in the bin as she headed for the arrivals gate at the small city airport. In her typical style she has arrived well in advance of Ida's flight, and so had plenty of time to park her car and sit with a large coffee (her second of the morning) with a good view of the arrivals board. It was one of the great benefits of working at home more these days that she could come to pick up her niece - she would have hated to handle this as she would have had to a year or two ago, and just told Ida to get a taxi back and make herself at home, while she stayed at the office until late.
Waiting in the crowd of businessmen and drivers she struggled to pick out the face she knew among those beginning to trickle through the gates. She had obviously seen plenty of photos sent over in the last few years, but she wondered how much Ida would have changed in real terms from the eight year old girl she had last seen in this airport. By all expectations not a huge amount, although a young woman Ida was still rather baby faced as the photos bore witness. She would try to avoid commenting on how little she had changed, she knew from her brother that the teen could be sensitive about it.
She had understandably heard a lot from her brother and her sister in law recently as they discussed the move. There were all of the purely practical considerations like enrolling Ida in school and so on, but also a lot of more generic concerns as Mo sought any information she could on how to raise and live with a teenage girl. It was very daunting on many levels, and Mo had many times asked herself what the hell she was doing taking this on, at this stage especially. Right now though, her feelings were entirely positive, she had done the best preparation she could, and she knew that ultimately they could only have a good time together. She just hopes she could do the best for the girl at this key stage in her young life.
Her reverie was interrupted as she finally caught sight of her new charge. No wonder she was towards the end of the group, laden down as she was with so much luggage; then again, Momsupposed she was transplanting her whole life over here so she was bound to be well laden. She rushed forward excitedly to embrace her niece, and to try and help her with some of the more precarious bags.
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