As fate would have it, which is a phrase that my cousin taught me, the
halfway point between Idaho Falls, Idaho, and Chicago was not too far from
where my papa’s extended family lived. It had been a long time since he had
seen his parents and sister’s family at the same time. Everyone was so busy,
including him. They planned on meeting in Nebraska, which is where the big
family would always hold their reunions. A new president had been elected
only two years ago, though, so they changed their minds. They chose to hold
this smaller family reunion in Iowa. They did that because none of them had
ever been to Iowa before. This was probably the first time that my papa went
to a new state kind of just because. It could have been anywhere, but it was
in a state that he hadn’t been to. This happened all the way back in 2010,
and he never went back there. He hated being in Iowa, which is something I
heard him tell my dad when they thought I wasn’t listening. It was the first
time I heard my papa ever say that he did not like something. I don’t know
what he didn’t like about Iowa, but the reunion went okay, so it must have
been something else.
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