It’s just after school, and I head home without causing trouble and I made it home, my backpack slung loosely over one shoulder. And I laid down and relaxed for the day.

Suddenly, I hear the click of high heels on the pavement, and before I can react, I see her. My mom. She’s wearing her usual blue police bodysuit, the deep V-neck and the sleek black leather gloves giving her an aura of authority. Her long black boots tap sharply against the ground as she walks toward me, her piercing hazel eyes scanning me with a mix of concern and strictness. Her police cap sits perfectly atop her head, and her epaulets gleam in the sunlight.

She stops just in front of me, hands on her hips, her expression is happy, pleased to see me home

Mom: "Hey, champ! How's my favorite person doing?"