The next morning we lounged around. Since we only had to go an hour to our house, we felt no need to get going quickly.
Grandma made pancakes for us and we talked with her over breakfast, not wanting to say goodbye. We just enjoyed the morning while it lasted.
Eventually, though, we had to leave. We said our goodbyes and, though we didn't want to, went home.
It was kind of hard to end the trip, but once we were home I was kind of glad to be back--I think we all were. And so ended another trip, another chapter, another adventure, of my life as a missionary kid.
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