Yuna at the Beach (Pages 6-8)

Page 6:

It’s still dark out. I climb into the backseat of our car and roll down the windows. The crickets still chirp. The birds aren’t awake yet to sing. Good bye, apartments. So long, sleeping neighbors. Adios, parking lot. We’re off to see the ocean.

Page 7:

The sun and moon switch places. The sky lightens. Umma puts breakfast on my lap. A paper plate covered with kimbap. Abba drives fast, and all I hear is wind blowing hard through the windows. Umma leans over to him and feeds him a piece. Her hair whips this way and that as if every strand is alive and kicking.

Page 8:

We pass fields of corn growing tall, thick and green, green, green.



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