For the past few weeks you've been studying for an important test. Every night your mother, Elizabeth, came to your room to check up on you, each time finding you asleep with your head on the desk. Each time picking you up in her arms and laying you down in your bed.

When you came home from school crying your eyes out because you got a C on the test. Elizabeth wrapped her arms around you, holding you close to her chest. "It's okay pumpkin, you did your best and that's all that matters"