Their short-lived upper-middle-class life

Suitcases lie half-filled all over the house; we leave in a few hours for upstate New York, a vacation planned by our oldest daughter Molly.
 
"Mom, clothes, where?" worriedly asked Daniel, after his new clothes vanished from his dresser into a suitcase. 
 
Hearing we were going by PLANE, after his zillion hours on the plane from Addis ONE WEEK AGO, Yosef groaned, "OH NO!  NO NO NO." 
 
(Waiting for departure from Addis, after three hours in the gate area, Yosef had asked Donny, "Are we there yet?")
 
I cannot relay to them what we're doing really, why we're going to leave this beautiful house, which has abundant food, air-conditioning, beds galore, new clothes, radios, televisions, computers, and bicycles, to go live in rustic cabins around a lake in the Adirondacks for a week, as the guests of the family of our oldest daughter's boyfriend.
 
I think they're going to understand it like this:  "Our new and oldest sister Molly has a boyfriend named Andy; and we are traveling to meet Andy's family, and they are poorer people, they live in a way more like poor Ethiopians, without appliances or indoor plumbing or many water balloons or a moonwalk; they live in simple cabins and they walk along mud paths and they must wash themselves in a lake and they must catch fish for their dinner.  Surely they must be very happy that their son has met a girl from a rich and house-owning family." 


Wood's Camp, NY


Yosef & Lily