Never What It Was
With my parents' help, I unpacked everything and put it away in no time.
I was back in the room I had grown up in. It was small, with just a wardrobe and a desk, but every corner of it felt like mine.
That evening, my parents made a table full of my favorite dishes. The day before, for the holiday, I had told them in advance that Linnea would be coming with me.
They had gone out of their way to prepare mostly things she liked, and then she never showed. Her tastes were nothing like ours, so most of the food had gone to waste.