By Alison Colwell
Sitting on the bottom stair of our suburban house watching my dad add another pin to the map. He adds a pin then stretches the red wool a little closer to his dream of India.
Each dollar in the jar measured by ruler on the map. Airplane Tickets.
Me and my sister. My mom, in a last attempt to save their marriage by embracing his obsession. It takes two years. My piggy bank emptied of nine years of birthday money. My sisters too, till we had enough. Tickets bought.
Three months living his dream. Then we come home without him.
Alison is a passionate community builder and writer living on a small island in the Salish Sea. She writes short stories and is currently working on a YA novel series.