"Did you want to stay longer?" Kent asks as we step into his car, and I smile, closing the door and putting my seatbelt on.

"No, we've been there for hours," I mumble, safely tucking my birthday card into my coat's inner pocket. "If we stay longer, we're staying for dinner."

Time with my family was amazing, it meant the world to me, and I was thankful I had it so close to my birthday.

"Your parents are really cool," he admits, turning on the car and shifting it into ...