After Five Years In Saudi Arabia I Came Home To Find My Wife And Son Hungry Behind The Mansion

chimes near the back patio.

Ethan looked out the window. “Is that the old house?”

“Yes.”

“Do you miss it?”

I looked at Maya. She was watching the house, but her face was calm.

“No,” I said. “Not anymore.”

Ethan nodded. “Me neither.”

We drove on.

That night, after dinner, Ethan brought me the toy airplane from Riyadh. The tape on the wing had yellowed. One continue reading …