~Amelia~
Serena showed up at the door with a gift bag and the energy of someone who had been dying to talk for three weeks and was finally being allowed to.
"Okay first of all," She stepped inside without being invited, shoved the bag at my chest, and pulled me into a hug before I could say anything. "You look amazing. You're huge and glowing and I hate you a little bit."
"Hi to you too."
"Okay. Sit. I have so much to tell you and also I want to see everything." She was already looking around the room, eyes moving fast.
I sat on the couch and held the bag. Inside was something soft and hand-knitted, cream colored, a little moon in the corner that was slightly lopsided. I looked up at her.
"I made it myself," she told me. Defensive already. "The moon is a little uneven because my cat sat on it."
