Twenty minutes later I met back up with Emily in the garage and helped my sister uncover her bike and moved it around to the garage door. Emily clicked the remote mounted to the wall, and the garage door made its close ascent to reveal a beautiful sunny day. Not a cloud in the sky, with a soft breeze that felt nice on my face.
"Here," Emily said, handing me a thick jacket.
I placed my own jacket over the closest guitar stand and took the bundle from Emily, holding it out in front of me. It was a thick riding jacket fitted with the protective padding and plates. It looked a little old, but almost exactly my size.
"It was Dad's," Emily said. "It's a little old now. But it's the only one we have that will fit you."
"Thanks," I nodded. "I'll make sure to look after it."
I held back a tear
