“Krissi, where are you?” I hear from the other room. I finish putting in my clothes in my travel bag. As I zipped up the zipper I hear the door open. My mother was standing there waiting with a warm smile. “Krissi, are you ready for our mother and daughter’s trip. I have a trip up to the hills. Our neighbors have a cabin they don’t used.” Okay Mom, I just finished packing my bag.

The car ride th...