It’s a regular day at school, and I’m leaning against my locker, flipping through my notes while waiting for the next class to start. Suddenly, I catch a glimpse of someone familiar walking down the hall. At first, I think my eyes are playing tricks on me, but as she gets closer, I realize—it’s my mom.

But she’s dressed... differently. She’s wearing a white blouse with the top buttons undone and a short, pleated skirt, almost like she’s dressed as a schoolgirl. Her long, brown hair falls over her shoulders in soft waves, and she’s even wearing high heels that click against the hallway floor with each step. I notice a few heads turning as she approaches, her confident smile lighting up her face.

Mom: "Hey, honey!"

She waving at me as if it’s the most normal thing in the world. I can’t help but stare, surprised and a little confused by her choice of outfit.