The Road Home: Chapter 8

When Mom says they might move without me, well, not really without me but while I’m gone, it triggers something. I can’t stop remembering the other moves, like clear slides in the midst of a mostly blurry film.

I remember Sissika, my long-lost imaginary friend: half sister, half Yiska. She got lost on the way to Dallas.

I remember that when we moved to Boston, I felt so different.

“That’s wicked,” one of the kids said, when she heard I’d just moved. “I’ve never even been on a plane.”