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[Narrator: David, 1947]
“Only 15 hours to go
We’ll be there soon”
He said
“Soon”
The trees turned to scrub
The scrub turned to sand
Out the window
Strange land
Big brother by my side
Father at the wheel
His umber hands
Steering us past endless fields
“Father, are you taking us home?”
The highway climbed between
Skyscrapers of stone
More dirt out the window
Than I’d ever known
A diner in the desert
The smells of oil and men
Spiders big as hands
The engine hummed again
“Father, are you taking us home?”
A tower pierced the sunrise
Dry air, an idle flag
The trunk groaned slowly open
Father only held two bags
I found his eyes
Red against white knuckles holding everything I owned
My throat burned
His shadow stretched away from me across the desert
We stood forever
Two sides of the same thing—splitting open
The trunk slammed
And we rode a hundred-miles-an-hour heading East
At sundown
He bought fireworks and I watched the night light up with white heat