“Chasing the Echoes of Home: A Journey Through Memory and Migration”
I took a few deep breaths through my nose, grateful for the waxy smell of the candles and the soft light they cast.
Ginnie pulled a Monopoly game out from under the couch. “Wanna play with us?”
Hanalea shook her head. “The hospital was a jungle. Tell Dad not to wake me when he comes home.”
“Did you give blood again?” Ginnie turned from her mum to me. “The Sabra hospital keeps running out, so she keeps giving it.”
I pictured Hanalea like a vampire’s victim in the refugee camp, getting bled dry by a lab-coated doctor with fangs.
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