breath, letting the comfort of the moment wash over me. After a few minutes, my mother returned with a photo album in her hand. "I've been keeping a record of your life, even while you were

ve of hunger washing over you. You hadn't realized how hungry you were until that moment. "I have to take a shower mom,I'll be there in a bit"I said "Of course," my mother replied, understanding i need to freshen up. "I'll keep your food warm for you." I got up from the bed and made my way to the bathroom. I turned on the shower, letting the hot water wash over me and took a deep breath, feeling the stress of the day melt away. I let the water run over my head, and I closed my eyes, taking a moment to relax. I finally felt like I was home. "Sandra,your dad is home"my mom's voice echoed the room and I quickly rush out of the bathroom to my closet I hurriedly got dressed, my heart still pounding in my chest. As I made my way to the door, I opened the door, and there stood my mother. She looked at me, a mixture of concern and relief on her face. "Are you alright?" she asked, placing a hand on my shoulder. I nodded, trying to catch my breath. "I'm fine, just a little startled," I said. My mother gave me a sympathetic smile. "I understand, it's not every day that your father comes home early." One thing about my father is that,he hates waiting or someone delaying him.I can remember when I was in high school,my dad always wants to take me to school but because of my one day lateness he stopped and I had to take bus to school till my graduation day I could feel the memories flooding back to me,the frustration and disappointment of those early mornings still fresh in my mind. I had never been a morning person, and my father's impatience had only made things worse. I remember the relief I felt when i finally got my own car, the freedom it gave me to be in control of my own schedule. I looked at my mother, who was still holding my hand, her expression softening. "He's a bit of a stickler, isn't he?" she said, a knowing smile on he