“Excuse me.” I heard an elderly woman’s voice say from behind me, making me turn to see if she was talking to me.
As I turned to face her, her eyes widened, before she asked, “You by chance wouldn’t happen to be Carla Wilson’s daughter?”
“Yes, Carla was my mother.” I admitted to her, hoping that maybe she knew my mother well, and might be of help finding what I was looking for.
“My name is Rosella Henry, and I heard about your mother, and I just wanted to tell you I am so sorry for your loss. Carla was a bright student of mine, and I dearly miss the after-school sessions we used to have.”
“After-school sessions?” I asked her, confused by why my mother had to stay after school, since she was so bright.
“Your mother was duel enrolled. She had gotten a scholarship to the community colle
