Three Days Before Our Trip My Mom Took My Card and Said We Were Not Going

cruel, they say it’s for peace.”

He stayed quiet for a long time. Then he asked, “Are we still going somewhere?”

Elena looked at him, at his brave face, at the effort not to fall apart, at the way children still reach for hope even after being hurt, because hope is the last thing they let go of, long after adults have surrendered it. And she remembered continue reading …