On the Last Day I do not say goodbye. I remember when I said goodbye to my cousins and my real uncles an aunts on another Last Day, and I cried. I don’t wand to cry and ruin the Last Day at home. Instead I take two Stock sweets and hide one in my secret box in my special mango tree. I give the other sweet to my best friend Themusa.
“I will come back, my friend. We will see each other soon.”
“We will meet, sister,” she says.