“How’d you like the movie?” My mom sat next to me in the car; she in the driver’s seat and I in the passenger’s. We went out to see some new movie, and it was late getting back to our hotel. But really, we’re on vacation, who cares if it’s late?
“It wasn’t too bad,” I said as we pulled into a parking space on the side of our hotel. “I liked how the end was like the exact opposite of the beginning, I guess.” As an older teenager turning young-adult, I didn’t talk about feelings and emotions very often.