"Honey! The Uber's here!"
My dad's voice echoes down the hall and I can hear my mother rattling her suitcases against
walls upstairs.
I told her to have her things by the door last night, but nooo.
"I love you dad," I say hugging him one last time and watching Seth do the same.
"I love you guys too. Remember, weekly Skype call on Tuesdays and other than that I want a
phone call a week from each of you," he says seriously.
Seth and I nod, promising as he runs to make sure the Uber doesn't leave while Mom takes
forever.
By the times she comes to the bottom of the stairs, her two suitcases and two duffle bags are in
better shape than her. She has dark wisps of hair Frizzing around her and smudged lipstick on her
cheek.
I smile anyway and hug her, committing her death grip to
