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My mother called out to the bus driver: Could you please let us off at the roadside? The intercity bus hissed to a stop beside the highway. When the door opened, dust filled the steps. My mother waited a moment for the dust to settle before stepping down. My sibling and I followed. They unloaded two suitcases—brown and green, made of faux leather with buckles. My mother loaded them onto her shoulders and gestured for us to follow. We turned onto a narrow path slightly below the main road, flanke