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A Visit
He pointed to the grove of trees beyond the dirt road. “That’s where your grandmother is from.” “Well, where exactly? That one green tree or the green tree?” She cracked a smile.
It all looked the same to her. The muddy people, the dirt roads and the sea of green. A cow passed by on the dirt road, it’s tail swishes back and forth like the orange glow of a cigarette. He didn’t know how to tell her that he didn’t know, letting pride sit in place of false memories. “They are going to kill the cow today.” The air is thick with muggy anticipation, her cousins’ gleeful looks accompanied with the dog’s bark. A stranger sat on the stoop, she was told it was her uncle. “Why?” She doesn’t know what he looks like anymore, a black shapeless form in place of a man.
“To eat, of course.” They glance at the concrete silo, eyes held wide by fear and anticipation. Early morning, smoke would saturate the yard, interrupted by the quick flick of a lighter.
“Maybe, if we crawl closer, we can get a better look.” Back hunched, he would stare out into the well.
“No, please.” She can taste ash, see the cow eyes widen in fear and it’s sinking into her chess. “Why are you crying? It’s not useful anymore. It doesn’t make any more milk.” The ring of a phone interrupts their daydreams. The hospital has forty beds aligned in one room. He’s turned into a shade of yellow.
“Did you know that he has a son?”
“No, dad, I didn’t.”
“He has polio.”
“Oh, that still exists?”
“Hmm, I guess the alcohol and the cigarettes finally got him.”

2. A New Baby “They might have a new baby.” They smile. They’ve never noticed how they turn their mouths up the same way, but it’s evident now. “Well, I hope it’s a girl so that Alivia can have a sister.”
She hopes that the baby has time to see the sunrise in the jasmine blooms her grandmother strings.
“Your grandmother has to go to the hospital.” Her mother’s voice is low again, a note of concern creeping in. Her head to seems to hold a permanent furrow. Her grandmother's voice booms through the halls, she’s singing her name. Shalu, kai asai.
She hopes that the baby can hear her grandfather sing in a gruff voice as he completes his morning shave.
“Why is she sick?”
The new old baby is

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