A student gets what she really needs to help her with her studies. By a new writer to us.
Growing up, my Mom managed the Dairy Queen (DQ) in my home town. I played Pop Warner football when I was 12 years old. Normally, we had practice on Mondays after school. One Monday morning, the coach’s son let me know his Dad had to make an emergency trip out of town and practiced was cancelled.
Our house was only a few blocks away from school and I got home about 3:15. My mother usually worked until at least 5:30 pm. She did not like phone calls at work and being home early was not anything I needed to let her know about. Shortly after getting home, I was in my room and heard my Mom come through the front door. I started to come out of my room and I could hear she had someone with her.