…two or three times around until we all got a turn at the table,
there was quiet talk and we were in twos and threes through the house.
None of us thought about home or leaving very much. We were so busy hugging and eating and breathing together.
Beth and I are sharing a big wad of soft melted cheese:
Mostly we just enjoyed breathing together:
We aren’t particular about beds, which is good since there aren’t many extras, so a few of us squeezed in together and the rest slept on the floor… It was different going to sleep with all that breathing in the house…
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The next morning we climbed out of the beds leaving them too big and too quiet. We drove all day long and into the night, and while we traveled along we looked at the strange houses and different mountains we thought about all the fun times we had but we thought about the relatives too. Missing them. And they missed us.
The next day I had to pack my bags and say good-bye again:
As I flew away into the blue sky back to my home in Haiti I thought about my time at Rachel’s house loving her children, and about our trip to VA and I thought about next year when I will come again and eat up all her grapes and nuts and cheese and drink up all her milk and kombucha, and I promised her that she could come to Haiti and eat up all my rice and beans! I dreamed of living with Amy again someday… I thought about my family missing me and I missed them but most of all I thought about my little girl missing me and I missed her more.
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Tears. Very precious.
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