Dad woke me at three AM, tapping on my bedroom window.
“Come on,” he said. “I have a surprise.”
I didn’t ask if he’d talked to mom about it.
By that point I didn’t care.
Now I live here in Kailua, a one-bedroom apartment a thousand feet from the ocean.
I swim all day.
The water is always perfect, calm and inviting.
It’s summer now, but Dad says in the fall I’ll be going to school.
I met some of the kids at the St. Anthony’s rec center on Kalaheo, but they don’t trust me yet because I’m a mainlander.