I gave my dad a thumbs-up.
He stared at me. My mom turned to him in the car, asking him, What? What is it? He kept staring at me. My brown hair was an even bigger shock for him than I'd expected.
I smiled and waved at him and mouthed, "Welcome home."
He put his hand to his eyes. He knew I was finally cured.

Autore: Jennifer Echols