When we arrive at the house, I'm the one who has to drag in my bags because my father runs ahead of me childishly. My mother greets me with a hug and a gift bag. It seems like forever since I last saw her, even though it's only been a month. In the gift bag, there's a necklace in the box and a few gift cards for stores that I like. Dylan gives me a hug as well and explains that he's on a college kid budget and doesn't have money for things like gifts and that I should be grateful for his existence. Charlie, the cutie that he is, made me a heart on construction paper. In his sloppy handwriting, he wrote my name and a picture of me. I also notice something crossed out across from my nickname. I can faintly see the letters 'M' and 'A'.
"What's that?" I ask him when I crouch down and point to
