Maisie hugged her mom and dad when they entered Cady’s foyer a week later. “Welcome back.” Maisie’s dad stood six inches taller than her, and his white hair stood in stark contrast to his golden tan. “Glad to be back home and enjoy modern conveniences again,” he said, smiling. Her mom looked as tan as her dad and had her auburn hair cut shorter than Maisie had ever seen it. “How have you been?” Maisie smiled. “Great. How was Rwanda?” Her mom placed a hand on Maisie’s arm. “We made a difference, so it was fulfilling. But I missed my girls.” Cady motioned everyone into the kitchen. “Come sit, eat.” Maisie followed her parents into Cady’s kitchen. Sam shook their dad’s hand and hugged their mom. “Thanks for giving me a grandchild,” her father said to Sam. Maisie squirmed in her seat when they all turned to look at her with “oops”
