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"Are you serious?" I asked Mom incredulously. "He is really going to let me go?"

I had been wanting to see my Grandma for so long, I just couldn't believe that my step-father was going to really let me go. Gram lives over 1,000 miles away and I would have to take the bus. He always said that kids couldn't be trusted when you could see them, let alone when you couldn't.

"How did you ever get him to change his mind?"

"Your Uncle Scott is going out to Denver for your grandma's birthday and he called to tell us that he would like to take you with him." Mom said, with a smile that I had not seen in way too long. Mom hadn't been very happy lately. Things sure changed when she married Tom, that's my step-father. That's also a whole different story, so back to the happy one.

"So, when is Uncle Scott going to be here? When are we leaving? This is so great! I have to call Chrystal. She will probably get kinda mad. She was expecting me to help her watch her brother next week. We will be going before next week, right? Gram's birthday is Monday. We should be there before then." It all came out in such a rush, I didn't give Mom a chance to answer or anything.

"Slow down, Sweetheart. Uncle Scott will be here tomorrow morning and you will be leaving at 1:30 in the morning on Thursday." Mom's smile was getting bigger.

"1:30? The bus station is closed at 1:30. Is Uncle Scott going to drive all the way there?" I knew that it would be an awful long drive and I have had a hard time spending much time with Uncle Scott since Daddy died. They were identical twins and it took me over a year to admit to myself that it was really Uncle Scott there and not Daddy. I was in the hospital, recovering from my own injuries that I had gotten in the accident, so I didn't go to Daddy's funeral. It made it even harder to accept the fact that he was, is, gone.

We had been coming home from Grandma's house four years ago. Daddy had driven us out to visit her. We were almost home, just a few blocks left of the over a thousand mile trip, when the truck ran a red light. It hit Daddy's side of the car. I had gotten a broken leg, arm, shoulder, and some cuts and bruises. But, Daddy was gone forever.

"You are going to be flying out." I heard Mom saying. "Gram will pick you up at the airport and you will be staying for two weeks. Uncle Scott has some meetings to attend to and that will give you plenty of time to catch up on things with Gram."

"Mom, you are the greatest!

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