It reminds of this little girl my family used to baby sit, when her parents returned and it was time for me to leave she would hide- under the couch, or in her bathroom. Wherever... as long as we couldn't find her.
When she was found and told I was leaving, she would stubbornly refuse to say good-bye. She just wouldn't say it, hoping that in the omission of the word the action of my leaving wouldn't happen.
Somedays I want to be like her, just not say good-bye and hope that because I'm not saying it they can't leave...
Unfortunately it doesn't work like that when you are older. They leave whether you say good-bye or not.
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