Twenty: Home Again, Home Again

Kurti leaped out into the snow. At last! At *last*! He was finally over
absolutely *everything*. He never had to worry about chicken pox or
measles or mumps or *anything*.
Personally, he never wanted to be sick for the rest of his life, but
right now, it was a joy to have his freedom.
"Kurti! You forgot your mittens!" Oma yelled.
"I've got in-built ones, remember?" He called over his shoulder. "And
you *said* I could go home, now. I got school work to catch up on."
Oma muttered something about him still being sick.
Kurti just laughed. It was a joy to be free. He bounded across the
snow for the feeling of it, and turned a few somersaults just to have
the wind in his hair. Ah, bliss.
Katja, Anja and Erika were running to meet him. Or, more accurately,
floundering through snow that came to Erika's waist. None of them could
imitate his effortless, snow-crossing stride, so he bounced over to them
and landed in a tangle of hugs and we-missed-yous.
Kurti purred loud and long, even before Mama and Papa joined the
melee.
It was *good* to be home where he belonged.

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