Every spring we travel to Jerusalem where our Passover Seder
forever inspires us to create new ways to be free.
When I am twelve, while my parents are journeying home,
they are shocked I am missing.
After searching for three days
they are amazed to find me teaching adults in the temple.
I tell my negligent parents to join my new family
breathing in nourishing air
a parent who always cares.
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