As the plane turned onto the runway, I stole one last glimpse out the window before leaving Heathrow. I felt a lump build in my throat, and by the time the engines roared into life the tears were streaming down my face.
I hadn’t wanted to visit the UK. Don’t get me wrong, I love the UK (and its 42 different types of rain) and had lived there for several years.
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