By Everly
I open the front door, see my mother in the kitchen, and practically run to meet her.
"Whoa, slow down, sweetheart," She laughs at my joy, but it's more like relief that my mom's home safe. I hate that she works as a flight attendant, but unfortunately, we don't have many options.
"I missed you, mom," I say, I hug her tightly.
"And work?" I talked to Mom about work, and at first, she wasn't thrilled, but she accepted it since she doesn't spend much time with me, however, she said we would talk more about it.
"And school?" I get tense because I skipped today, I plaster on a smile to cover the lie.
"The same as always," And I'm not lying, the only thing that changed was the hot calculus teacher. "What's for dinner?" I ask, trying to change the subject.
"Beef with madeira sau
