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For the first time ever, I felt my entire being smile. My whole body was jumping with happy thoughts. I knew what I saw. Papa was getting a gun. Mama loves guns so I knew this meant they weren’t gonna fight anymore. At least for a little bit. Papa didn’t know I was following him. All the way from school and to the shop. He wrapped the gun in a pretty ribbon. Teal and purple. Mama’s favorite colors.
He kept mumbling in Belarusian. A language I’m not as good at as I’m at Russian. They’re not that different anyway. “дурная жанчына.” He mumbled under his breath. I understood part of it. When he was turning on our street, I chose to go. I didn’t want to bug them if they make up.
Yesterday, Mama said she might leave Papa. When she said that, I was behind thei