Bad grades
I can recall a specific moment in my life…I was 17 years old. It was Friday evening and like most nights, my mother and I had enjoyed eating our dinner together. My mother is a great cook. At 42 years of age, she maintains a very busy schedule. She works in the Emergency room as a nurse…for as long as I can remember, it’s always been her and I. Soon after I was born, my father had been killed in a vehicle accident. I have no memory of him. The only memory that is afforded to me, are the photo’s that my mother has of him; of us. It had always been my opinion…my mother was a very attractive woman. She maintained her figure by working out…yoga and swimming were her passion. After I cleaned …