"The lift vans are here!!! The lift vans are here!!"
My brother Iilya yelled this from the front yard. The lift vans were finally here... After 10 months of borrowing from everyone, we were getting our own identities back.
The lift vans held our furniture, our clothes, our books. Everything a child finds 'familiar' was packed away in those vans. After 10 months of moving around, going to 4 different schools, wearing cousins' clothing, living in strange houses, our own lives were returning to us.
But once the vans were unloaded, I selfishly crawled back into my identity. My books were back... my troll dolls were mine again! My desk, with the lamp attached to the back and curved to the front, was all mine. The drawers could once again be filled with my pens and notebooks. Even my leather Argentine bookbag was unpacked. MINE!
At night I worried for the men and the beasts. I still do...
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