48
Aribel
I don’t know if it was the coward in me that went to talk to my professor before calling my parents. I wanted to have good news for them once I finally got them on the phone. I’d been putting off speaking with them since they had met Grant almost three weeks ago.
The silence was unnerving. I’d never been lovey dovey with my parents, but we had always been kind of close. I checked in with them. They checked in with me. I hadn’t realized how empty it all felt until I walked into Grant’s kitchen to see a loving family sitting over coffee in the morning.
I missed my parents.
I missed Aaron.
Maybe they wouldn’t come around right away, but maybe one day.
“I can’t wait to start,” I told my professor a short while later.
He had been enthusiastic in having free help for the summer
