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I shot out of bed at 11 p.m. because I suddenly remembered my solar system model was due the next morning. I ran into my dad's room and shook him awake. Dad, wake up, it's an emergency. He cracked one eye open. Is the house on fire? Worse. I forgot my science project is due tomorrow. My heart was pounding so hard I could feel it in my ears. He sat straight up and grabbed his keys before he even grabbed pants. We're not half-assing this. Let's go. We ran into Walmart and dad grabbed a cart, shoving it forward so fast it squealed on the tile. In the craft aisle, I started grabbing different styrofoam balls. We need eight. Dad shook his head. We need nine. Pluto still counts. Dad, they demoted Pluto like 10 years ago. He stomped his foot. It's a planet in my house, dammit. I smiled. That's not how science works. He sighed. Fine. No Pluto. But I can't believe you do this to a small cold rock that never hurt anyone. We playfully argued down the whole aisle. Then we realized the shelf was empty and we were still one styrofoam ball short. I gasped. Dad, how are we going to make Jupiter? Dad pulled me toward the produce section and grabbed a grapefruit. Holding it up triumphantly. Boom. Problem solved. Back home. The string kept snapping every time we hung it because the grapefruit was too heavy. My stomach twisted. This is never going to work. Dad dug through a junk drawer and found some fishing line. Trust me, we will get this sucker hung. By 3am, we were both talking directly to the grapefruit. Fully convinced it could hear us. Come on, stay. It slipped loose again. And dad laughed so hard he cried. I laughed too. Eyes burning from exhaustion. Because watching him lose it over a piece of string was the funniest thing I'd seen all year. The sun was coming up when Dad and I finally stepped back to admire the finished model on the table. Planets spinning slowly. The grapefruit swaying at the end. It's beautiful, I whispered. I carried it to school with both hands. Terrified Jupiter was going to fall off. And as soon as I walked into class, my teacher looked it over. Fantastic work. And a whole week early. I nearly dropped the whole thing. It wasn't due until next week. My throat went tight. Then something warmer took over. As I thought of how much fun Dad and I had together last night. I never told him the due date changed.