It takes me a moment to realize that Thanksgiving is just around the corner and I have yet to ask my mom if she'll be able to pick me up so I can go home to visit, so when I get home on Monday evening from job hunting seeing as we we're on vacation, I dial her number. "Hey, mom?" I prompt the conversation.
"Hey, Liv, how's everything?" she asks me. We've been talking every so often, typically through text. Conversations don't last long, but they never really did. I'm more of a daddy's girl, so being away from home and only being able to learn about the family through my mother isn't doing me much good. Don't get me wrong; I love my mother. I just have more in common with my father, despite the fact that he's the one who came up with the idea to send me here.
"It's good," I tell her. "Do
