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“Daddy, do you think Mommy’s okay?”
My six-year-old daughter asked me the question I didn’t want to answer.
“I don’t know, sweetheart,” I said. We were watching the news on my phone. “Boise was outside the Yellowstone super volcano’s blast radius…”
“So, she’s alright?”
“Maybe. But the volcano will get everyone else.”
“What?”
“You know how the sky is always gray and we have to stay inside so we don’t breathe the ashes? That’s spreading around the world blocking the sun. Pretty soon, it’s going to be winter everywhere.
“Can we go home soon, Daddy? I’m don’t like Boston anymore.”
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