Three Days
"Don't forget your promise," she told me. "When I turn 18, I'm moving out too, and I'm coming straight to your place." "My casa is your casa or whatever." Of course, I had forgotten all about that. I hadn't seen her or my mother since then, just talked on the phone. And I'd been joking with her. But my sister wasn't on my mind that night. I had called her earlier in the day and left a message wishing her a happy 18th birthday. I had also sent her a card with 100 dollars in...