I was sweating bullets as I dished out food at the New Orleans shelter I volunteered for. My mom, Maria Menzer, was supposed to pick me up, but knowing her, I was not getting my hopes up. She had said something about her needing something at the store and I was supposed to get it for her. Since there were many parades and events going on, I should have known to be careful. My mom …
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…as if I was walking nowhere. As I turned the corner, I saw a woman that looked like she had lost her way also. As I got closer to her, I realized that that lost woman was my mother. I ran up to her and together we walked home, me with my head down, my mom scolding me. Then she ran her fingers through my golden-brown hair and gave me a nice and gentle hug.