I'd hoped she'd slept all the way, but she woke up just after the border.
"Daddy?"
I kept one hand on the wheel as the other reached out and gently squeezed her shoulder.
"Nora honey, it's ok, go back to sleep."
My darling six year old daughter sat up, with some difficulty.
"Where are we?"
"Canada honey! You remember how I told you about Uncle Alex's cabin in the woods up here? We're going to live there now, you'll get to make snowmen all the time!"
"But why?"
I couldn't explain to her that the cold would delay her turning.
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