“When will they be here?” I asked my mother for the umpteenth time.
“Soon,” she said.
“That’s what you said last time! When is soon?”
Our family lived in Savannah, Georgia and my aunt and uncle were driving down from Alexandria, Virginia to visit us. The house was ready; the food prepared, and the day had arrived. My sister and I strained our eyes watching our road for the first sign of our cousins’ station wagon.
Once the expected day dawned, waiting the hours for their arrival felt like an eternity. Especially when we had to keep the house clean.Continue Reading