"Grandpa," I call out.

He turns around, a puzzled look appearing on his face.

"Where's Uncle Kevin?" I ask him.

He looks behind him at the house.

"Oh. He went to visit his family. He'll be back later this evening."

"Okay," I answer.

With that, he turns the car on and drives off. I rest my forehead on the window and close my eyes. I wish that he would pick me up a bit earlier because I'm starting to get impatient. After a couple of minutes, I feel a tap on my shoulder. I instantly sit up and spin around, hoping that it's Grandpa or Uncle Paul coming back. To...