"Hey, honey," my mom speaks into the phone.
"Hey, mom," I reply in a perky tone.
"How have you been?" she wonders. It's been a few days since we've last talked but it's not uncommon for us.
"I've been good," I confirm as I think about all the things I could tell her. "How are you guys?"
"We're great. We miss you a lot," she assures me, like she does every time.
"When do you think I'll be able to come home?" I ask bluntly, not bothering to beat around the bush. I furrow my eyebrows only seconds after I say it. I'm starting to act like Winona.
"Why? Is something wrong?" she questions, suddenly sounding worried.
"No, no, everything's fine," I convince her. "I just want to know."
"Oh," she says with a relieved sigh. "Your father and I have decided that you can come home this summer."
