On my way to the arena for a preseason game, my phone rings through the Bluetooth in my car. Seeing my mom’s name flash across the screen, I press Accept.
“Hey, Ma,” I answer.
“Warner, honey. How is Florida?”
“Warm. How’s New York?”
She laughs. “Cold. Had our first snowfall last night. Just a dusting, but you know how much Julien loves it. He was trying to catch the snow in his mouth.”
“Wish I was there.” I hit the blinker to make a right.
My phone dings a second later. “Just sent you the video.”
“Thanks, Ma.”
I’ll have to wait until I’m not driving to watch my youngest brother catch snowflakes on his tongue. He’s loved snow since he was little and I’m glad to see that being eleven hasn’t changed him that much. In a few years, he’ll be too cool for that.
“No problem.”
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