CHAPTER 18ROCHELLE
July 28, 2090
“What’s wrong, hummingbird?” My dad sat on the open tailgate of his truck, smiling.
“I keep telling everyone I have everything under control, but I don’t really know what I’m doing.” Bracing my arms on the tailgate, I hoisted myself up next to him. “Kat’s good at cooking, Todd’s good at drawing, Kinley’s good at everything, but I . . .”
“You’re good at sewing. You made my favorite shirt.” He held out his arms so he could proudly survey my work.
“I put the buttonholes in the wrong place. It’s all lopsided.”
“You mean it’s not supposed to be like that?” Dad’s green eyes sparkled with laughter. “I kind of like it. Thought I was making a fashion statement.”
A big yellow butterfly glided in front of me, and I struggled to remember what I was talking about
