The bus ride home was quiet in that strangely comforting way only long, slow journeys could be. The low hum of the engine beneath me, the soft sway of the vehicle on the roads, and the blur of green fields outside the window gave me space to think. To remember.
I hadn’t been back in a long time. It has been more than a year, when I came here to visit dad once after he moved back.
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