“Salva stood still inside the terminal doors for a few moments. Leaving the airport felt like leaving his old life forever-Sudan, his village, his family.”
“Tears came to his eyes, perhaps from the cold air blowing in through the open doors. His new family was already outside; they turned and looked back at him. Salva blinked away the tears and took his first step into a new life in America.”
“Sirs, if you mean to take only one of us, it should be Frankie. He’s one of the youngest here. Mrs Pennyweather plans to put me out to hire soon. I’m not old enough, but I guess I’m big enough. It’s why she’s not too keen on me leaving. But if I’m out working for months at a time. I won’t be able to look out for Frankie. And he’s still little.”
″ Were they mine enemies, the worst imprecation I could devise would be, may they adopt it. For tyranny, where it has been chained (as for a few years past) is always more cursed, and sticks its teeth in deeper than before.”