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by Papi

Late in the evening on friday we arrive at my parents house. All the boxes are stored in my and my sisters’ old rooms and seeing them all at one place just makes me wonder how we ever collected so many things and what we did with them.

Katie calls her father like she usually does “papa, papa” and I show her a picture of them from a few days ago. We already miss him so much. She doesn’t understand that he will be away for long and doesn’t need to worry about his flights or him entering the country. Me, on the other hand…