The sound of a clicking camera woke me.
I cracked an eye open.
A hand rotated the lens and snapped another photo.
"Dad," I mumbled. "You are not taking pictures of me sleeping, are you?"
"I'm just making sure the camera is ready for vacation photos, that's all."
I rubbed my eyes. "I know it's against your photographer code, but you're deleting those."
He tapped the little screen on his camera a few times. "Done."
"Thanks. Can I have my phone back now?"
"Nope."
I sighed. "What am I supposed to do with myself then?"
"Let me show you something." He strode to the floor-to-ceiling curtain and pushed it aside.
I shaded my eyes against the brightness. When they finally adjusted, I looked out the window. Turquoise water glistened under the sun. White surf washed against white sand. Sea birds glided through the air. Simply put, it was paradise. "Wow."
He pulled the glass door open, then went back to fiddling with his camera.
I padded across the cold tile floor and joined my mom on the balcony. Warm, humid air greeted me.
"Have you ever seen a view like this?" she breathed.
"Only on computer wallpaper." I inhaled deeply. The air was heavy with moisture and possibilities. It felt good in my lungs.
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