Margarita Sanchez, a strict latino mother

“I am Margarita Sanchez,” the woman said. “But you can call me Miss Marge. Now, what is your name?”

“I’m Rebecca Roberts. But most people call me Becca or Becky,” Becca said.

“You almost missed your flight, young lady. I expect you to be much more punctual in the future,” Marge said.

Becca nodded. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to cause a problem.”

“Good,” Marge said as the plane took off.

Becca couldn’t help but clutch the seat as the pilot began to speak going over the instructions. Soon the plane was in the air and Becca gulped. She was absolutely terrified of flights, but this time she had ****.