Over the eastern horizon a blue planet rises like a sapphire set into the pale red veil of the sky. “Dad, is that where we came from?” Jingjing asks. I nod. “That’s right.” “And our grandparents still live there?” “Yes. They’ve always lived there.” “Is that Earth?” Looking at the Earth is like staring into my mother’s pupil, and tears swim in my eyes as I choke out, “That’s right, my child. That’s Earth.”
Yeah the endings felt abrupt.
May be Vaughn wanted to say, exploring America is what caused us to want to go to the moon. And similarly exhanging countries , being in new land will make people explorers and somehow avoiding candytown dilemna.
