Fourth Day

I call this one “She Goes Away.”

“What is most exciting about going to Mexico?” I ask.

“The sun,” she replies. “It will be sad.”

And at the airport, I try not to say, “Have fun,” and yet I fail.

Telling her to have fun is imposing on her an agenda.

To lie is always an option.

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