Summer Camp

Sis is away at summer camp. More specifically, she's away at The Lions Club of Illinois Camp Lions for Deaf/HOH kids... without air conditioning... with heat advisory temperatures... for an entire week... by herself. Ok, well technically she's not ALL by herself, but she's more alone than she has been in the past. Big bro has always gone to pave the way and be a defender when needed.

She's been to sleepover camp twice before (church camp) and it's been farther away than this camp, so why am I such a hot mess about her being gone this time?!? Why am I sleeping with my phone, just in case?

For some reason this camp is different.

What if she doesn't like this camp?

What if the other kids put her hand into warm water while she's sleeping or freeze her bra?

What if she drowns in the lake because the teenage counselors are too busy flirting with each other to properly watch their charges?

What if this whole camp is just a facade to indoctrinate her into some sort of Satanic cult?

What if a chainsaw wielding serial killer wearing a hockey mask infiltrates the camp and she doesn't know NOT to go investigate that strange noise in the dark, abandoned cabin?

What if she gets homesick?

What if she doesn't bathe or brush her teeth, AGAIN?

Every person in attendance at Camp Lions is either Deaf, HOH, or (like some of the counselors) Deaf Ed majors. Signing hands are flying everywhere. At registration, she was instantly overwhelmed at the amount of sign language being used and worried that she wouldn't be able to keep up. Maybe that initial response from her is what knocked me off of my she'll-be-fine-she's-done-this-before track.

All I know is I'm literally counting down the days until I can pick her up and am waiting with bated breath to hear her say that having your bra frozen is hilarious and that she can't wait to go back next year.