Victor tugged at the rigging and twisted the rusty knob on the gas tank. He didn’t like leaving his family’s lives in the hands of a second-hand balloon, but what could he do? Everything was gone already; he was lucky to have found this under all the other rubbish in the dump.
“Here, Papa.” Maddie handed him her small, floral bag filled with all her worldly possessions.
He looked in her eyes and smiled. “Thank you, sweetheart.”
“Is there room, Papa?” Jacob clutched his bag close to his chest. “I don’t really need it if there isn’t.”
Victor took his son’s bag and looked inside. Tears flowed down his cheeks. “There is always room for our dreams.” He tucked the wrapped notebook and Maddie’s bag into a small cubby in the balloon’s basket.
Maddie went in first, then Jacob.
“Victor,” Rose said, wiping the tears from her husband’s face, “we are doing the right thing, aren’t we?”
He held her hand against his cheek and closed his eyes. Silently, he nodded and took a deep breath. “It’s the only way.”
Victor helped her into the basket, then he climbed in and turned the knob on the flame. The family waited and watched as the sky filled with balloons. Friends and neighbors made the same choice they had. Many would, some didn’t. It was the only way.
As the balloon tugged against its last connection to the Earth, Maddie screamed and pointed. Victor turned and saw …
To be continued
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