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The next morning, when it is time to leave, your face is tense with frustration.
“But I want to stay here.” Here is with Balan where you can play video games and jump in the pool. Here is where you are every inch the rambunctious, joyous kid you are.
“No Kail, it’s time to go,” I say. You grab your backpack angrily and walk to the car, your feet dragging along the gravel, creating puffs of dust.
I try to talk with you on the drive. Your responses are laconic. I look at you in the rearview mirror. I am so familiar with that face, the dark brown shade, delicate shape of the chin, thin eyebrows. You look far away as the trees and fields fly by. We are the only ones on the road. You lean to the side, put your head against the pillow you have packed, and close your eyes.
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