“Chasing the Echoes of Home: A Journey Through Memory and Migration”
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Lying on my mattress, hours later, I was reading a Nancy Drew mystery with Ginnie’s pocket flashlight when I heard the front door open and shut, followed by a man’s heavy footfall. Every part of me strained to listen. The person went to the toilet, then walked around again. It had to be Colin. But still, my heart thudded. I wished I were back in my apartment bedroom, with Etienne next door and Maman and Daddy down the hall.
I remembered when I was small, how Daddy used to tuck the silky edge of the blanket under my chin before kissing me goodnight. It was usually Maman who tucked me in—Daddy was often away or working in the basement — but I loved it when it was him.
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