The rain begins to fall but our tears fall harder. Pass the glass of water around to those who leave, let them go with the taste of home in their bellies, let them go with the strength of their families who keep them here in their hearts. We push them away with goodbyes but keep them close with gentle cries. Goodbyes. We weep, our motherland weeps. A family divided, I love my family everywhere and anywhere but we are a family divided. Sent away across the grey space after home by war and marriage, by opportunity and escape. A family divided. A second named heritage, our maiden names ring strong. I love my family everywhere but I love them most when we are all together. When we are home.

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