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“Hi, sweetie.”
“Hi, Mom.”
She gave me a big motherly hug and I took her carry-on from her. She looked whipped.
Apparently she thought the same about me.
“Are you okay? You look a little pale.” She reached out and felt my cheek. “Are you sick?”
“No, I just didn’t sleep very well last night. Lots of homework.”
Memo to self: four hours of sleep is not enough. I barely stayed awake through any of my classes today. Tried to take a nap at lunch. Did take a nap during Algebra Support. Guess that’s why they call it support.
“Honey, don’t you think you’re pushing yourself too hard? This whole business with Columbia—”
“I’m fine, Mom. How was your trip?”
I fell asleep during the drive home, which was okay since I wasn’t driving, but it didn’t help my credibility with my mother.
“Audie,
