I press my lips together and close my door. I change into jeans instead of leggings and put on some concealer to hide my red spots from crying. I try to look brave because I'm going home for Mom's enchiladas. The world is not small; it's huge and full of possibilities.

I open the door a few minutes later and see everyone in the living room, waiting for me to show up.

We all get into Kent's car and head home. I'm excited to be back. I sit behind Kent in the backseat and smile ...