As my mom and I boarded our flight to Madrid, I made an obnoxious request: “Next time, can we go on a real vacation instead?”
It was spring break of my sophomore year, and my mom had planned an amazing mother-daughter trip to Spain. Yet here I was complaining.
What I meant by a “real” vacation was going to the beach.
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