I strolled in the school yards slowly just thinking about my mom. I missed her so much. I remembered her highschool story. Even after so many years I still remember it.

Flashback

"Mom can you tell me a bed time story?" My seven year old self asked.

"Kyla you know all the bed time stories I'd tell you, you read so many books." I giggled knowing how true that is.

"Okay how about you tell me about your school life." She sighed and sat down on the bed with me.

"Honey mommy wasn't a good kid in school I don't want you to learn that from me." Now I was...