As I was beginning to warm up I looked into my mother's eyes. I felt lost within the world that her eyes hid. Memories of her flooded through me. Just then, the garage door started opening. I was surprised to hear this. I looked at the time : 12:20 PM. Was it my mom? Sisters? She couldn't be living with a man could she? I shrugged to myself. She was young, healthy and more then attractive. Why not? However, as much as I wished her happiness I hoped beyond hope it was not a man. I don't know if I was ready to face it. Part of me had a...