LOGINA year later, I went back to Battisata.The moment the plane touched down, the familiar mugginess of the city wrapped around me instantly, thick enough to make my scalp prickle.I got home and pushed open the familiar security door. Cool air from the newly installed AC hit me in the living room, sending a chill down the back of my neck.The four of them looked up from the couch at the same instant.Eight eyes stared straight at me, like they'd seen someone who shouldn't be standing there.The air seemed to freeze for about five seconds.Then Dad slapped his newspaper down on the coffee table and stood up, his face flushing red. "You actually remembered you have a home?"Mom stood too, her lips moving without sound at first, her eyes suddenly rimmed red.I set my suitcase against the wall by the entryway and calmly changed my shoes. "Just came back to see how you're all doing. Won't be staying long.""You leave whenever you want, come back whenever you want. Lawrence, do you ev
A few minutes later, someone knocked on the door.I wiped my eyes and got up to answer it.Joseph leaned in, a couple of younger faces behind him. "Lawrence, all settled in? Come on, it's time to eat. Everyone's headed to the cafeteria together; we'll give you a proper welcome."A girl with a ponytail poked her head in behind him, grinning. "You're Lawrence, right? I'm Monica Hilliard. I live right next door. Room's decent, right? I made up your bed. Mr. Silverman brought that ivy plant over from his own place."Another guy, wearing glasses, squeezed in too. "That enamel mug's mine! I had an extra one lying around, so I figured I'd just bring it over. The name on it's my handwriting, sorry if it looks a little rough."Warmth flooded through me. I clasped my hands together tightly and said, my voice thick with gratitude, "Thank you, all of you. Everything's great. I really love it. I hope we all look out for each other from now on.""Good to hear! Come on, let's go, I'm starving,"
Some time later, Mom's crying broke the quiet of the living room."How could he?" Mom's voice came out thin and hoarse. "Was finding him a job supposed to hurt him? Was wanting him to stay home supposed to hurt him? What did he mean, writing that I never loved him? I'm his mother!"Dad stood with his arms crossed. "That's enough crying. If he wants to leave, let him leave. If he doesn't come back, so be it. I'll just tell myself I never had this son.""Easy for you to say!" Mom's head snapped up, her eyes rimmed red. "He just graduated, he doesn't understand anything yet...""He made his own choice." Dad cut her off, his tone hard. "He wrote it plainly enough. He thinks this family shortchanged him, and he's off chasing something better. What are we supposed to do about that? Get on our knees and beg him to come back?"Mom turned away, quietly sobbing, her shoulders trembling.…Meanwhile, at that very moment, I had already landed, leaving Battisata's forty-plus-degree Celsius h
Beth shouted from inside my room. "Mom, Dad, come quick! I found a letter in Lawrence's room!"Mom, Dad, and Monty rushed in at once and snatched up the letter.The handwriting was neat. It looked almost printed.[Dad, Mom, Beth, Monty:By the time you're reading this, I'll probably already be in another city.I'll never forget a single moment from these twenty-two years where you overlooked me.Years ago, you said the wiring in the house was too old to handle more appliances, so out of the three air conditioners we had, one went to you two, one to Beth, and one to Monty.And I got an old electric fan.But the truth is, I wanted an air conditioner too. I wanted a birthday cake like everyone else. I saw how you all threw celebratory dinners for each other, and I was jealous.After everything, what I really wanted was for this family to love me, to treat me fairly.But I know you can't give me that. So I'm leaving.I've taken a position at a classified biological research inst
Mom's brow furrowed tight. "Lawrence thinks he's grown up now that he's graduated, is that it? Why else would he not answer his phone? Just wait, I'll be home in a minute, and I'm going to ask Kathryn. She's out there all day; she must have seen him."She hung up and hurried home, pushing open the half-shut gate to Kathryn's yard.Kathryn was sitting in her rattan chair, fanning herself and watching a drama, and jumped when she saw Mom come storming in. "Oh, Sandra, what brings you here?""Did you see Lawrence this morning? Did he say where he was going?"Kathryn hit mute on her drama. "Lawrence? He told me he was off to work. Had a backpack on, looked pretty happy about it too. Didn't he tell you all?""Work?" Mom froze for a second. "What work? All his interviews fell through. What work could he possibly be going to?"Kathryn shook her head. "I couldn't tell you. He just said he was off to work. But that kid's always been so responsible, I wouldn't worry too much."Mom walke
Two hours after I left, Monty shuffled out of his air-conditioned room, rubbing his eyes.The table was already set with beef hand pies, cooled to just the right temperature to eat.He sat down and dug in, mumbling between bites. "These are better than last time. Lawrence really packed in the beef."Dad sat beside him, watching him eat, eyes full of warmth. "Slow down. Nobody's racing you for it."Monty finished off most of the plate, patted his stomach, and loudly announced he was thirsty.Dad got up smiling, opened the fridge, pulled out a mango, cut it into chunks, added milk, and tossed it all into the blender in one smooth motion.He brought out the mango smoothie, and Monty took a big gulp, eyes narrowing in satisfaction."So good!" He tilted his head back at Dad, a bit of foam on the tip of his nose. "Thanks, Dad. You're the best."Dad wiped the foam off his nose, lowering his voice with a laugh. "Made this one just for you. Don't tell your brother. He's been acting weir







