Arrivals, Departures, and the long-term travelers co-coordinating hellos and goodbyes.
Phrases repeated; never with the same enthusiasm.
Sometimes more, sometimes less.
It's Rushmika's departure day so it's becoming uncomfortable to pretend we're all cool with that. I'm low on energy so I nap on the couches. I hear people coming in, chatting. I cuddle the pillow as the heater warms my back and I remain unconscious yet comfortable in the living room while I hear background conversations tickling my ears.
Total family vibe.
Rushmika asks if she can use my phone and I pass it to her, half asleep, as I extend my arm and touch her cheek with my palm.
She blinks with surrendering love.
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The evening unfolds with our 'last supper' with her and though our focus for goodbye celebrations was a night out, we realise that it's all the small things that are making this goodbye harder.
We dance and sing between the dining table and couches as others watch or chuckle to our belly dancing moves while we become crystalline.
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