They sat on the hill and watched the rocket launch in the glow before dawn.
They watched the rocket leapt into the air on a pillar of exhaust, watching it arc upwards through the perfect dawn until it was out of sight.
“So, that’s it. He’s gone,” She said.
“Yeah,” he replied.
“How long will your dad be gone?”
“Five years by his watch, Twenty by ours. Relativistic time scales are a bitch.”
“Are you going to talk on comms?”
“My mom will, but he left. I’m done.” But for the next twenty years, he never stopped watching the stars.

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