AmyMy parents.
My sisters.
Confidence-building black sweater.
I open my dorm room door and am surprised to find my sister Lily on the other side.
“Surprise!” she squeals and pulls me into a hug.
“Hi! Oh my gosh. What are you doing here? I thought Mom was picking me up,” I say as I hug her tightly, so happy to see her.
“She was going to, but she forgot that she’d signed up to make all of this food for Keeley’s classroom’s holiday party tomorrow. You know Mom; she’s not the out-of-the-box kind of girl. She’s at home, making everything from scratch.”
“I’m really surprised she let you drive up here by yourself.”
Lily just turned sixteen a few months ago. It’s only about an hour and a half drive from our house to Ann Arbor, but our parents didn’t let me drive more than a ten-minute dist
