"How are you doing?" my professor asks me as I enter the empty classroom.
"They're bombing my city" is all I can say.
"Oh no," they mutter.
They remember where I'm from.
-- A portion of a poem by Abigail de Vuyst, age 18, American missionary kid from Ukraine
American missionary kid and college freshman Abigail de Vuyst already missed her lifelong home of Ukraine while figuring out college classes in Michigan. Now she spends her days worrying about her friends. Are they safe in their cellars? Will they be able to get out?
