After the Last Day

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.

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