I took it because I didn’t know what else to do. I opened it and pulled out a letter written in Miranda’s messy handwriting:
“Mom,
I’ve been planning this for six months. Since the day I realized I’d spent 13 years watching you give up everything for me.
You gave up promotions because you couldn’t work nights. You gave up relationships because you didn’t want me to get attached to anyone who might leave. You gave up the trip to South America you’d been saving for since before I was born because I needed braces.
You gave up having a life because you were too busy making sure I had one.
So I used some of my mom Lila’s money. And I booked us two months in Mexico and Brazil. Every place you’ve ever mentioned wanting to see. Every adventure you’ve put on hold.
That’s why you need to pack your things.
We leave in nine days.
I love you. Thank you for choosing me every single day for 13 years.
Now let me choose you back.
P.S. I’m filming this. Your face is going to be hilarious.”
I looked up. Miranda was in the hallway, her phone pointed at me, tears streaming down her face even though she was grinning like an idiot.
“Surprise!” she whispered.
The letter fell from my hands as I started sobbing.
Miranda rushed in and wrapped her arms around me. We stood there in my bedroom, both of us crying, holding each other like we were afraid to let go.
“You scared me,” I finally choked out.
“I know. I’m sorry. I wanted it to be dramatic.”
She pulled back to look at me. Her face was wet with tears, but her smile was radiant. “So? Will you come?”
I cupped her face in my hands. This girl I’d raised. This woman she’d become. “Sweetheart, I’d follow you anywhere.”
“Good. Because I already bought the tickets and they’re non-refundable.”
I laughed through my tears. “Of course you did.”
“Also, I learned Spanish and Portuguese. I’ve been using an app for months.”
“When did you have time for all this?”
“When you thought I was watching Netflix.” She grinned. “I’m sneaky like that.”
“You’re incredible.”
We spent the next nine days planning everything together. Miranda had already researched flights, hotels, tours, and restaurants. She’d made spreadsheets and backup plans and color-coded itineraries.
“You really thought of everything,” I said, amazed.
“I wanted it to be perfect. You deserve perfect.”
The trip was everything I’d ever dreamed about and more. We wandered through markets in Mexico City where vendors called out to us in Spanish Miranda could actually understand.
We swam in cenotes — these underground pools of crystal-clear water that felt like swimming in another world. We watched the sunrise over Rio de Janeiro and stayed up too late dancing to music we didn’t know the words to.
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