Especially when I walk around looking at my clothes, my pictures, my computer, and all the other things reminding me that Chevali is my home now, I don’t think of my apartment in Hilltown. I think of my bedroom, sealed behind a lock at the top of the stairs in my mother’s house. I think of my pride jacket, burned with all the things that might remind my mother that I grew up. I know none of those things are me; I’m still the fox I am whether my jacket is denim or ash. But lying in Dev’s bed—our bed—alone at night, I feel so isolated that I have to resist the urge to call my tiger. I do call Father and talk to him on Wednesday the first, when for some reason turning the calendars over brings back lots of memories. He gives me some generic advice about remembering that I’m loved by a lot of people and then some specific advice to remember that my mother is not only that person we ran into on December 28th; she’s also the mother who loved me and raised me. I point out that I’m not the cub she raised anymore, that she and I have grown into these people we are now, that I am perfectly willing to talk to her, only she doesn’t seem to want that.
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