A Long Drive Home from New Haven to Ballwin
I had spent the weekend in New Haven and got to see the familiar faces and places. On Sunday afternoon my grandparents came and picked me up to take me home.
I rode in the back seat and began to get sad about leaving New Haven, moving to Ballwin, whatever it was, and I started to cry. I cried probably most of the drive home.
No one noticed. Surely my grandparents noticed. But they didn't say anything. Surely my parents should have asked me how the time in New Haven was, but I must have hid away in my room, and they didn't come find me. How sad. How sad I was. How much I had to stuff.
One time my mom finally did find me crying after one of my trips to New Haven. After that I don't remember visiting too often. Maybe that was the grieving and comfort I needed at that time. But I think I still grieve that move to Ballwin.
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