QUOTE : Our mother-daughter bonding was cut short by the sound of the doorbell. Mom turned, and without a second glance, raced downstairs. Dad had already let them in, Rose Marie…and Chad. He was holding her suitcase; she was holding his hand with her other hand resting on her stomach. I did a double take. Was Rose Marie, my perfect sister, getting fat? My dad swore. My mom wailed like a baby. I thought, “Hey, parents, chill, it’s just the freshman fifteen. Lots of students gain weight their first year in college.” Then it hit me.