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nearly  thirty,  I  have  too  many  relics  of  my  childhood  sitting  around,  most  of

               them stuffed in a large chest at the foot of my bed whose lid I now lift. Inside are
               old dolls, the pink pony that came with a mane I could brush, the picture books,
               all  the  Happy  Birthday  and  Valentine’s  cards  I  had  made  my  parents  in
               elementary school with kidney beans and glitter and little sparkling stars. The
               last time we spoke, Neal and I, when I broke things off, he said, I can’t wait for
               you, Pari. I won’t wait around for you to grow up.
                   I shut the lid and go back to the living room, where Pari has settled into the
               couch across from Baba. I take a seat next to her.
                   “Here,” I say, handing her the stack of postcards.

                   She reaches for her reading glasses sitting on the side table and yanks off the
               rubber band holding the postcards together. Looking at the first one, she frowns.
               It is a picture of Las Vegas, of Caesars Palace at night, all glitter and lights. She
               flips it over and reads the note aloud.
                                                                                             July 21, 1992



                    Dear Pari,
                       You wouldn’t believe how hot this place gets. Today Baba got a
                    blister  when  he  put  his  palm  down  on  the  hood  of  our  rental  car!
                    Mother  had  to  put  toothpaste  on  it.  In  Caesars  Palace,  they  have
                    Roman soldiers with swords and helmets and red capes. Baba kept
                    trying to get Mother to take a picture with them but she wouldn’t. But

                    I did! I’ll show you when I get home. That’s it for now. I miss you.
                    Wish you were here.
                       Pari


                       P.S.  I’m  having  the  most  awesome  ice  cream  sundae  as  I  write
                    this.



                   She  flips  to  the  next  postcard.  Hearst  Castle.  She reads  the  note  under  her
               breath now. Had his own zoo! How cool is that? Kangaroos, zebras, antelopes,
               Bactrian camels—they’re the ones with two humps! One of Disneyland, Mickey
               in the wizard’s hat, waving a wand. Mother screamed when the hanged guy fell
               from the ceiling! You should have heard her! La Jolla Cove. Big Sur. 17 Mile
               Drive. Muir Woods. Lake Tahoe. Miss you. You would have loved it for sure.
               Wish you were here.
                   I wish you were here.
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