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I got the telephone call on a day that the whole country had been thrown into confusion.  Mom, please come get me.  I want to come home.

The horror that hit the country caused all flights to be cancelled.  Half of the country lie between my son and me.  How to get there, how to reach him, how to answer the call.

Three days passed filled with frantic waiting and at last I was on a flight to New Orleans.  I rented a car and he met me at the airport.

We drove and drove across our magnificent country.  We ate smelly fast food, we listened to each other’s music, we laughed and avoided talking about what caused our estrangement. Finally early one morning, with the golden sun in our eyes, the end of our long drive home was in sight as was the beginning of the last…

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