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November 15, 2008
Yes, I think you’re lucky. You’ve travelled and seen the world. You speak three languages and you’re not yet sixteen. I don’t mention the war in the country you once called home or your family split across a continent. We both think it of course. I press on: Do you miss home? Is it very different from London or Paris? “I’d love to go.” I say. But I’m not sure I would. You wrinkle your nose and smile - you’re certain I wouldn’t. I wonder if you feel settled here. “Not yet. Someday. I hope.” Yes, I think you’re lucky.