I glanced down at my phone to see a text message from an unknown number. It stopped me from watching the farmers working on the farm.
I'm flying to the US today. See you soon.
I stared at it for a couple of minutes without a frown before I realized who it was: Dayshawn. It had been almost a week since he visited us. Through that short visit, our friendship was redeemed and his relationship with Razbill was saved. I expected nothing after that but his promise. I expected no messages because I did not give him a contact number. He didn't ask for it, either.
"What is it?" Razbill asked as he stepped next to me.
We were both under the shade of the bamboo house at the far end of the farm. We just finished lunch with workers, courtesy of Nana. I came with him since I had nothing to do in t
