Both of the girls were more … squeaky … than normal. They are both 19, but they sounded a few years younger. I was taking Inna and Nastia into Ukraine. Not just to visit, but to stay. To live in Safe Haven, their home, and to go to their schools this year, not just just take an occasional course online in between work. It had been a year and half since Inna had been in Ukraine. As we approached the checkpoint on the Ukrainian side, Nastia took a picture of the sign that said “Ukraine”. A few minutes later, I felt the car start to shake, and it took me a minute of looking around before I realized that she was just bouncing her leg in anticipation of actually being back in Ukraine. After we crossed the border, we pulled in to a gas station, and as we were leaving, Inna said dreamily, “Everyone spoke Ukrainian.” Nastia added, “And they were SO nice.” She just sighed contentedly. It was very in...
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