“I wave my arms wildly to get my brother’s attention. As soon as he sees me, he grins and takes long strides toward me. When he hugs me, I almost cry, I’ve missed him so much. Based on how tightly he’s holding me, I know I’m not the only one. “I missed you, Cael.” “Me, too sweetheart. I’m so glad you’re home.” He pushes away and takes a thorough survey of me, green eyes sharp and assessing. “Looks like New York agrees with you.” “It’s great, but I miss Chicago too.” He takes a hold of my luggage... and starts for the car. “Well, I have everything planned out. We’re having Thanksgiving dinner at—” “India Palace,” we both say at the same time and laugh. I could almost hear our mom’s low laughter chiming in with ours. Ever since I could remember, Mom took us to a restaurant for Thanksgiving. It was a special treat for us because we rarely got to eat out and I suspect it offset the memories of a time when the family unit still included our father. Over the years, it has turned into a tradition and after she died, we continued to go to her favorite restaurant.MoreLessRead More Read Less
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