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When I unlocked the room to Kara's door, I pushed it open to find her already packed, and reading on her bed.

Over the years she had transformed her plan white room into an explosion of colors. I always tried to send her vibrant colored objects. For some reason, they amuse her.

The moment I closed the door, Kara bolted upright, and in a flash was hugging me, as if I was a lifeline. We stand like that, in each others arms for a good five minutes, until I feel my phone vibrate. De-tangling from each other, I check the text message.

Honey, we just settled in, have you picked up Kara yet?

Impeccable, Mom. Timing that is. I whistle and throw my phone at Kara. She smiles at me and then calls Mom. As they start talking, I move closer to the bed and pick up Kara's suitcase, and hand her camera back to her.

Sometimes I envied her ability to hear. Of course its not her fault I can't. I havent always been deaf. Bit thats a story for a later time.

  It was time to get out of this place.  

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