The Strong Ones. Runner-Up in Weekend Getaway Challenge.
We drove up the snowy, winding road towards the cozy A-frame cabin. Maisy whimpered as we made turn after turn, carsick and clutching the soup pot Mom had managed to grab before we left. We were packed like sardines in the back of the car, with bags of clothes at our feet, blankets stuffed between and around us. Maisy held the soup pot in case she needed something to be sick into. I’d been holding Petey on my lap the whole way up, a bag of his dog food jammed in next to my elbow. He’d been uncharacteristically good for most of the drive, but even he was starting to whine.
