We stayed in the States for a few more days before August had to leave. It felt like the days blurred together—small moments stretched out between packing, last-minute outings, and late-night conversations that neither of us wanted to end.
Last night, Mom had everyone over—my siblings, their kids, and the usual chaos that came with them. The house was loud in the best way possible. My nieces and nephews took it upon themselves to give August a full performance of the PalemLand national anthem. Not once, not twice, but over and over again, their little voices filling the house as they stood proudly in front of him.
August recorded them, grinning as he held up his phone. "This is going viral," he teased.
"Don't forget to give us credits," my niece piped up, hands on her hips like a true b
