You had gone to spend an afternoon with your mother, right? It shouldn't be something so desperate, saying that you have mommy issues.

You and your mother had just had an ugly fight, because she NEVER went to a show of yours, or at least saw it.

That's when you found yourself clinging crying in the arms of your teacher, Catherine.

"I'm glad you called me, porcupine." She says softly while caressing her hair.

"I missed you." You feel a kiss on your head.