I had been here for exactly an hour and already I was homesick. Because we didn’t arrive until late my dad thought it was best I meet everyone tomorrow. My gran was throwing a gathering.

Food, drinks and everything in between. I was trying my best not to be nervous but every time I thought about it, I felt queasy. I was only meeting my family; it was going to be fine.

Right?

I was staying in the room I was in the last time I was here. The picture of my mom was still sitting on the bedside ...