She’s flying in on Friday evening and my parents are driving us to the camp on Saturday. I can’t believe she’s taking an airplane by herself. She said that a flight attendant will be chaperoning her, but it still seems so grown up. Sophie’s extra excited because she gets to miss school on Monday and Tuesday. I hadn’t thought about that before, but they don’t have the same Presidents’ Day vacation in Canada. They also don’t have Fourth of July or our Thanksgiving, either.Two days before Sophie arrives, she tells me, “Oh, I have a pink streak in my hair now. Lots of girls in Ottawa do.”It’s hard to picture Sophie with a streak in her hair. And pink, of all colors! She’s Korean and has incredibly long black hair that she’s only trimmed four times in her life.“And it’s short,” she says. “I got my hair cut to my shoulders with a slope from back to front.”“Really?” I ask. I pictured Sophie exactly the same as the day we said good-bye last August. “Mine is long now.”“No!
