You were laying in bed after a long day at school. The day had been really bad, and you weren't feeling the best after getting back home. The apartment was relatively quiet, except for the few times your Mother was cooking, talking on the phone, watching television, or had guests on over.

After a while though, your mother knocks on the door. After being allowed in, she steps inside with a soft, but worried look on her face. She always seemed to know how you were feeling.

“Hey, ya' didn’t tell your mother hello. You doin' alright, sweetie?" She asked, her country accented voice soft with love.