Last year my daughter, Kantra forced me to pick up my crown. For many nights, on my knees, helping my four-year-old get dressed for bed, at eye level she’d tell me, “I’m a Princess. Mommie is Mommie Queeen and you’re Daddy King.” We could be in a grocery store aisle and out of her pocket she pulls rocks, rose pedals, acorns, and handfuls of sand. She got a bike for Christmas and a remote control car. In the last few …
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Last month, alone, I flew home to Orlando, Florida. This time, Kantra understood that I was leaving. Haruki was stabbing me with her tears.“I will hang your underwear outside so people will think that you’re still here,” she said.When my bus pulled off Kantra chased after me. Haruki hugged her. Kantra stomped the earth.I didn’t want to go the closer it got to leaving. It’s like driving into a storm cloud on a flat plain. This was my first trip …
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