Kojo sleeps most of the way home from our journey back from Abbayayo’s place. His eyes never quite close completely as if he doesn’t want to miss anything along the way. My own eyes are not entirely open and half of me is still in the kitchen where we sat around the small table and watched Abbayayo make faces as we devoured fresh eggs and crumbly magdalenas. From the kitchen we watched the mountains in the distance, the people gathering around the small pond, and the gaviotas gliding effortlessly by. Abbayayo knows how to listen and watches over Kojo carefully. Despite the years between them, they get along so well.
“We’re home, Abbayayo, no need to worry.” I say to myself as I open the gate.
The time away was just long enough for me to feel transformed when we return home. My feet are tired, but I don’t mind. Abbayayo packed a little of the mountain, pond, and wind to take home with us.
VOVOME 
This is an interesting post. This is the kind of post that leaves me thinking, although I inferred, I still have many questions. Who is Abbayayo? How far and how did you travel back home? Where is Abbayayo’s place is it in the outskirts?
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Beautiful language, what talent! Is this a draft for a picture book? I look forward to seeing it for sale at my local bookstore!
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I love the image your created. So many questions – Where is this? Who is Abbayayo?
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I too went HMMMMM is this fact or fiction….left me wanting to read more
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The moment you say *to yourself* “We’re home, Abbayayo, no need to worry” – that’s when I had to go back and reread the whole thing. You have managed to make Abbayayo come alive to me through the emotions more than the concrete details.
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I love the final line. This entire slice feels a bit ethereal, and your use of words is always so elegant.
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I can’t sleep on the way home from places for the same reason. I don’t want to miss any of the journey!
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Amazing.
You really should turn these posts into a book. I’m dazzled and transfixed with every post.
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