She was camped out under the endless sky, balancing a phone on one shoulder while adding more wood to the fire.
“Dad, I’m fine. As you can see, I haven’t gotten myself kidnapped or killed.”
“Yet,” her dad added. “I know you wanted to travel before going to college, but I worry about you alone out there.”
She smiled, noticing the sky lightening as pink cotton candy clouds meandered towards her. She and her mother always had identical sweet teeth for pink cotton candy, never the blue ones. Her father never understood the difference.
“I’m not alone, dad. Mom’s here.”
© Jade M. Wong