I sat in the break room at work, messing with a frustrating button on my tightly fitted white blouse. I soon gave up and was smoothing my skirt down where it constantly rode up, when my phone rang. I pick it up, saying “hello?” into the receiver. I smile when I hear my brother’s angelic voice. “When are you coming home sis?” He says with a laugh. “5:00, remember?” “Oh yeah, sorry, I just can’t wait to see your face when y...