Nina sat on the couch, sipping juice from a straw and watching her mother whirl around the living room with uncontained glee.
Piles of neatly folded clothes, travel pouches, toiletries, and snacks formed a mountain on the table as her mother narrated her plans at a rapid pace.
"This hotel apparently has a sea view from every room. And the food is supposed to be chef's kiss. Oh, and there's a local market that opens only on weekends. I'm thinking we go there on the second day and—"
Her mother said, folding a scarf with a flourish.
"Mom, we still have two days before we leave."
Nina interrupted.
Her mother didn't even glance up.
"Exactly. And two days are not enough to pack. If I don't start now, I'll end up packing in a panic and forget something important like my face cream or my lucky socks."
Nina blinked.
"Your lucky socks?"
"They help with travel sickness."
Her mother said, very seriously.
