Dear Mom, It seemed like we were stuck in that crate forever. Not because the trip was so long, but because we were so vulnerable. When our crate finally arrived in LA and we were delivered to our destination, it wasn’t quite dark, so we had to wait a while longer to emerge. When the sun finally set, Eric carefully opened a small hole in the crate. He placed a small mirror up through the hole and looked around. “We’re here,” he said as he opened the crate and slid the top off. [more] »View More
