Tikiri Herath

The girls squealed with delight.

“My father says we have to finish by midnight but he will allow it. He even agreed to open the pool for us.”

“Oh, my god, you’re the best,” said Tanya, squeezing Zuwena’s arm. “That’s super awesome.”

Zuwena’s parents were influential politicians in the country. Her mother was often on television, giving fiery speeches, and her father was often in the newspapers shaking hands with foreign dignitaries. They were always traveling for work with an entourage in tow which meant Zuwena’s home was the best place to host a party

They moved, leaving behind their families, their friends, their pasts.

They used their newly acquired degrees to find work overseas.

That evening, I was getting ready for the chemistry exam, writing out equations over and over again.

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