I was awoken by my phone that does not ring very often. It was Dawa Dem. She and her family were about to drive by on the way to her village. She wanted to wave goodbye. I dragged myself out of bed, put on my down jacket and went to the balcony just on time to wave goodbye to six little kids, two men and two class 9 students in the back of a pickup with mattresses and boxes they were taking back to the village.
I shed real tears - briefly.
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