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  • My son has gone to a friend's house. He has lots of playmates in our little town. He loves everything about the Island of Hawai'i, this paradise of his birth.

    He doesn't know that his mother and I talk of moving because of the economy. The house is so underwater that it may never resurface. Our 401Ks are gone and the savings accounts are drained. There is nothing left but beauty now.

    My son loves his school, his friends and his life. And my wife and I love him so very much.

    The future is uncertain and the present is frightening, but we try and shelter him from all of our concerns. We want him to be happy. If we feel broken, we want him to feel intact.

    We talk about moving and we make plans behind his back.

    It's been raining all afternoon but it's coming to an end. I look out the window and see yet another glorious rainbow stretching between the Kohala mountains and Mauna Kea. It's always been beautiful here and it will be again after we're gone.
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