The car ride to the airport was a pattern of tension, with 18-year-old Bobby Smith's every move met by his mom's sharp tongue. "Bobby, did you remember the snacks?" "Bobby, did you remember your toothbrush?" Her frustration was palpable, a testament to his perpetual ineptitude. "We're going to miss the exit," Michelle yelled, her eyes glued to the road ahead as she maneuvered their minivan through the bustling airport tra...