“Yeah, Gigi. I’ll come. It’ll be fun.” I reminisce as she explains the cool weather, how Papaw’s doing, and how I used to love visiting when I was younger. We’d go horseback riding and collect farm eggs and feed the pigs. It’s the only time I felt like a true Southerner.
“I know you usually come with your brother and sisters, but you don’t need them to visit your Gigi. It’ll just be me, Papaw, and you for a few weeks,” she explains, though my mind is made up already. “And of course, Katarina,” she adds, mentioning my cousin who I’m pretty close to. I could use some adventure and take some time to relax after a hectic four years of school and really think about my future.
“You’ve convinced me. I’ll be there. But I really gotta go. I love you.” I hurry and hand the phone to Mom before I ge
