She tore open the envelope, eager for news from home. Vicki received so little mail and often forgot to check her box. She hoped the overstuffed letter from her mother contained no time-sensitive questions.
The two-page letter unraveled and a stack of photos dumped on her counter. Vicki snatched them from the surface and gazed at the first image. Her mother sat on a couch, flanked on either side by young men. Vicki’s cousins.
“You must’ve gone for a visit,” she said, noting the unfamiliar couch.
Tearing her gaze from the picture, she shifted her attention to the contents of the letter. Yes, her mother visited her older sister last month. Vicki’s oldest cousins managed to return home for the weekend to see her.
“You guys were always nice like that,” she mused. Though her younger cousins
