The Collected Short Stories (2011) - Plot & Excerpts
Neither of them would have believed it possible five years before, when they had first arrived in America as. political refugees. But since he had begun a new life in the States, Hamid was beginning to think anything might be possible. “When will you be coming home, Papa?” asked Nadim, who was strapped safely in the back seat next to his sister, May. She was too young to understand why Papa was going away. “Just two weeks, I promise. No more,” their father replied. “And when I get back, we’ll all go on vacation.” “How long is two weeks?” his son demanded. “Fourteen days,” Hamid told him with a laugh. “And fourteen nights,” said his wife as she pulled up to the curb below the sign for Turkish Airways. She touched a button on the dashboard and the trunk opened. Hamid jumped out of the car, grabbed his luggage from the trunk, and put it on the sidewalk before climbing into the back of the car. He hugged his daughter first, and then his son. May was crying—not because he was going away, but because she always cried when the car came to a sudden halt.
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