It was as though my answer finally allowed Mom to breathe again. As they were leaving, Mom looked back at me several times. I stood by the gate. I didn't follow them, but I didn't step back either. For the first time, it felt like we'd finally found a distance we could both live with. We weren't close, but we weren't so far apart that we had to keep hurting each other. …On the morning I left for college, Grandma was up before sunrise. She bustled around the kitchen, frying eggs and making pancakes. Grandpa went through my suitcase again and again. "Got your ID?" he asked. "Your acceptance letter? Your bank card? Your charger?"I laughed. "Grandpa, that's the fifth time you've asked," I said. He grunted. "When you're heading out on your own, there's nothing wrong with being a little extra careful."Grandma tucked a bag of food into the side pocket of my suitcase. "Here. Eat this on the way."I opened it and peeked inside. There were eggs, pancakes, milk, and a sma
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