I think about it every single day.
Not one day goes by where it does not cross my mind.
I don't know when it started, but I must have realized it sometime.
My dad told me that it isn't what I think it is, that it is no vacation.
My sister asked me why I would ever want to do that.
Pain.
Children left orphans by AIDS.
Genocide.
Hunger.
Africa.
For once in my
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