My Brother Said There Was No Room For Me On The Christmas Trip Until They Saw My Vacation Photos

from the direction of the parking lot, and then a voice: Hey, over here. Uncle Jean was parked illegally at the curb with Aunt Carol, who was fussing over a box, and my cousin Maya, who was ten years old and vibrating with excitement, holding a hand-painted sign that said: My cousin builds the coolest stuff.

They had driven six hours.

Carol pulled me continue reading …