I never liked school. To get out of going one morning, I whined and cried to convince my mother I was sick.
The second I knew I had her, I laid it on thick. She openly contemplated that maybe I contracted an eye cold. I secretly disagreed, knowing she was wrong and I was perfectly healthy.
My brother and sisters were running out the door to catch the bus when I started my act.
I’m not sure why I was so dead set on staying home from school that particular day.
But what I do know is that that day I had the couch to myself, the television tuned into MTV and my mom’s undivided love.
Maybe that’s why I felt the need to stay home that day. Not because I was sick, but because I needed that time alone with my mother.