The cabin lights dimmed as Flight 732 began its descent into New York. Outside, the fading horizon shimmered in shades of orange and violet, painting the sky with promise. Inside the plane, a quiet hum of conversation filled the air—people stretching, gathering belongings, and preparing for landing after a long cross-country flight.
Among the passengers sat Amara Johnson, a twelve-year-old girl whose wide eyes often reflected curiosity about everything around her. She was traveling with her aunt from a small town in Georgia to visit her cousin in the city. Her curly hair framed a thoughtful face, and though she looked like any other passenger, destiny had chosen her for something extraordinary that day.
