Reunion, and painkillers
tl;dr:
six years later, and it is tarnished by a tooth infection
Look after your teeth, folks! Unless you are rich you’ll only likely get one good set to last you. And don’t let your mother keep you away from the dentist either.
Six years later and the reunion with my sister is tarnished by severe acute dental pain which I had nothing but painkillers and sheer willpower to keep me from going utterly crazy on a nine-hour transatlantic flight.
At the point I am so drained and I know I can’t realistically get anything done about it until I am back in the UK. At least there are painkillers on hand to manage all of this.