My sister’s name appeared on the screen. “Camila,” I said, answering her call.

“I miss you,” she said.

Hearing her voice brought tears to my eyes. “I miss you too. Maybe you could come visit me before classes start.”

“I’d love that. I’m bored here without you.”

“You won’t be once you get going with classes at SDSU. How many credit hours are you taking?”

Her tone lightened. “I’m registered for sixteen.”

We went on ...