Ten.One Thousand, Five Hundred & Twelve
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Not yet time for the alarm.
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Missed call from Mom.
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DM from Mom. I need to call.
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The last time she talked to him was 8:00pm her time.
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I call her. We talk. Every scenario goes through my mind. What are my options? I text Roxy. I DM Bear. I search the Twitter feeds. I ask for the address and the name of the neighborhood. I search Facebook. I find what I think is the page for the home owner’s association. I tell them the details: My mom is not there. We can’t reach my father. I just need someone who can give me information.
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But it is so beautiful. The fog. The cool air. The grapes. The green vines. There are worse things.
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I keep checking my phone, even though I know I shouldn’t be checking my phone.
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“I checked on [him]. He is good.” I screenshot the message and send it to everyone else.
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The videos make me even more nervous.
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I pass. “Needs more practice,” it says. Well. Considering I’ve only done it for three hours, I’m okay with that note.
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Remember lunch next time.
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I am not just angry. I am sad. I am sad, but not surprised.
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I really like it here. I really, really like it here.