She doesn’t recognize me. We’ve been in school together since kindergarten and She. Doesn’t. Recognize Me
MYeyes feel like someone filled them with water from Yam Hamelach. Awww, Yam Hamelach! I blink back tears. Can you be homesick for a place that isn’t your home? Avrumi leans against the luggage cart, half asleep. I nudge him with my foot as our navy suitcase goes by on the carousel. He doesn’t move.
“Avrumi. Rums. That was our suitcase.”
He blinks awake. “Oh, man. Okay, let me know if you see it again.”
He’s about to fall back asleep when our black suitcase comes chugging out of the spout.
“Avrumi!” I hiss. “There goes our other one. Grab it, grab it, grab it.”
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