Staring at myself in the mirror, wondering how I would look once the redness and swelling disappeared. Lifting my hand, I gently ran my fingers over the cuts, feeling the raised bumps on my face.
“You know, you will always be the scary big sister,” I heard Laramie giggle as she walked into the bathroom. I giggled with her, and I put my around her shoulder, snuggling up to my little sister.
“But no one ever messed with us physically,” I told her, laying my head on hers. “What are you doing here?”
“I came to get you,” she said. “Mom is getting ready to leave and wants to say goodbye.” I forgot mom was going home today.
“Okay,” I tell her, and the two of us walked out of the bathroom to mom’s suite down the hall from mine. We walked in, and she had all her bags sitting on the floor next
