“Chasing the Echoes of Home: A Journey Through Memory and Migration”
She nodded stiffly at Hanalea and grabbed the school backpack I’d placed by the door hours earlier in anticipation of this moment.
“Wait!” Ginnie wrapped me in a bearhug. “You’re the best friend I’ve ever had,” she said, before surrendering me to my mother.
“Plus jamais,” Maman said once the apartment door was closed behind us and we were heading for the stairs. Never again. Anger singed the edges of her voice. “I was sure you were dead.”
I wanted her to hug me the way Colin had hugged Ginnie. I wanted tender, reassuring words. But Maman raged on. “I never should have let you come here. I should have listened to Ghys.”
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