I smile at the irony of our family standing between those running away and those who know where they stand
stuff the last suitcase in the trunk and slam it closed.
“All ready.” I get in the car.
“We’re going to California!” my younger sister Adina shrieks excitedly.
“If you yell, I stop driving,” my brother Avigdor jokes.
“Thank you for being so nice and driving us to the airport,” Adina says as he pulls out of the driveway. “How much longer?”
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