#Chapter49
Mom has my hand again. Amy has both her daughters’ hands. Cleo and Liz are walking hand-in-hand in front of her dad who is on the phone, with a player from the team from the sound of it.
/"Jarome, put the phone away,/" Liz scolds him as we get to the ticket counter and start checking our luggage.
/"There you all are,/" I hear Daisy, my dad’s cousin and mom’s closest friend, sniffle.]
/"I told you,/" Mom laughs. I look at Calvin who is on his phone typing away. Probably some new idea popped into his head, and he wanted to get it down before we boarded. Or he was trying to ignore his mom’s alligator tears that were currently pouring down her face. /"Daisy, stop it,/" mom wraps an arm around her shoulders, /"you’re going to embarrass the kids./"
/"I’m sorry, girls,/" Daisy says looking at each of us before bursting again.
