I hadn’t been back to Lowell for almost five years. I went to California for college, and that is where I stayed. I’m not saying that I didn’t miss Lowell, because I did. It was the people and the area that I missed. Had I not moved where there was sunshine 90% of the time, and a beach I could go to any time I wanted, I may have returned to Lowell, but I did have sunshine and beaches all year round. When my aunt called to tell me my sister was sick, I knew I had to go back to Lowell. I was close to my sister, but I hadn’t seen her in over a year. She came to visit me when she had vacation, but that was as far as it went. Now, she needed me or my aunt wouldn’t have called. It was warm this time of year, but it wasn’t going to be as warm as where I now lived. I knew our family home had air conditioning, and I wasn’t worried about it being too hot. When I got to the house, I was glad to be getting out of the car. I knocked on the door, and my sister waddled out of the kitchen. She wasn’t sick, but she was pregnant. She gave me a hug and I could tell she was going through something. The thermostat was so low, that even I was shivering. It was ninety degrees out, but this was ridiculous. She shrugged when I mentioned it, and all I could do is laugh.