tal looked back at his home for one last time. he forced himself to look away, he wouldve stared at the house forever if he could have. how many times had he taken that front door for granted? the fence? the smell of fresh soup? the garden?
he felt tears coming into his eyes. he blinked them away.
this isnt goodbye, he told himself, hoping that it was the truth.
this was the best thing for everyone. if they wanted to stay safe, they had to leave...or so that was what the frog kid said. a kid who he could only hope was being truthful, and wasnt leading him and his family into their doom
"do you think were doing the right thing?" tal asked his mom