Mom showed me the valve on the side of my bed, and I opened it. Air whooshed out and the whole thing began deflating, but slowly. I couldn’t see how I was going to get it rolled up tight enough to tie back onto my backpack. Mom laid her hand flat on top of hers and said, “Kylíste sfichtá.” With a snap, all the air seemed to deflate as if someone had vacuumed it out, and the whole thing rolled up tight as could be.
Kylíste sfichtáI followed her lead and tied the roll to my pack before hefting the whole thing up and onto my back. “Lead on, Mother Dearest,” I said with a smirk.
She rolled her eyes and pointed into the trees opposite the ones we had come through to get to our camping spot. The sun had started to warm the air, even if it did seem to be stuck on the horizon, hovering, and watc
