I hear mom’s heels hitting the wooden floor and the door swinging open and hitting the wall. I’m not even halfway done with packing. I still need to pack four more outfits, toothbrush, toothpaste, and other essentials. I can hear the anger in just the way mom’s heels are hitting the floor. I quickly throw 4 random outfits in my bag hoping they will match. I grab my toothbrush and toothpaste and bolt down the stairs, I grab a granola bar and sprint out the front door. I throw my things in the back of the car and hop in the back. “What took you so long?” “I couldn’t find any outfits to match for New Mexico” “It isn’t that hard, it will be scorching in New