The longer I lie here, the worse I feel. I know I shouldn’t complain. I mean, after all these years of dreaming about it, I’m finally in Florida! But this trip has been one big disappointment so far. For some reason, I start thinking about what Mom said at the airport, that this trip might help me figure out who I am. So far, all it’s shown me is that I’m a total pushover. I’d rather go along with people calling me by the wrong name than correct them, and I’d let my dad’s girlfriend hog all his time instead of demanding that he spend it with me. Well, it might be too late to tell everyone I’m not Ava, but I’m not giving up on my perfect vacation just yet. I have a little over a week and a half to reconnect with Dad and make our special Disney trip happen. That should be plenty of time. As I get out of bed, I can’t help smiling as I remember Evan’s and my phone conversation last night when he told me how much he missed me.
