August heat beat down on my back as I hauled my belongings up three flights of stairs to my new apartment. Rosanna, Divya, and I had lucked out in the housing lottery, securing a spot in an on-campus apartment complex right near the dining hall. With three bedrooms, a living room, and communal kitchen, we were living large.
"You're not putting up that god-awful David Bowie poster, are you?" Mo teased, carrying a box of my clothes. He dumped it on my bare mattress.
"Be careful with that!" I said, watching dresses spill from the container and onto the floor.
"Sorry. Ever since the accident my hand-eye coordination has gone to crap," Mo said. He helped clean up the mess.
"Sorry," I said.
"It's fine," Mo said.
"Hey, kiddo. Where does your chair go?" my dad said, entering the room, trailed by my mom.
"In the corner near the window," I said.
