“Mama, where’s Brent?” Avery signed to me and I sighed. Brent had insisted they call him with his name even though I’d pointed how disrespectful it was, and I always got annoyed when they used his name.

“We’ll find him. We need to get our baggage first.” I signed back and we headed towards baggage claim. Even though it was a three days trip that had been cut short by one day, I’d still had to take a box as my carry on wasn’t enough for three individuals. Weary from work and ...