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had paid for it.
“Grandma,” I said, my voice shaking but resolute, “I’m not going. I’m staying with you.”
She turned to me, eyes wide.
“Calvin, no,” she whispered. “You have to go. Don’t miss this because of me.”
I could not imagine walking down that jet bridge, sitting in that plane, watching my parents order wine and flip through magazines, knowing they continue reading …
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