When it is 110 out and you’re carrying all your things from your old place to your mother’s house just to have somewhere safe to live. She opens the door and sees you sweating bright pinkish reddish face and then she starts crying “ baby what are you doing?” I fell to the ground and woke up to my mother patting me down and trying to cool me off. Thank God for my mother. 


  • Ms. Frizzle