When I got inside, I put my book bag down on the couch, took of my shoes and went into the kitchen. The pot of potatoes were boiling over. “Oh god! I forgot about this” I said. I took the pot of the stove and put it on the sink, while water splattered on me from it being so hot. It was already 6:45. I walked over to the couch and mom pulled up. I peered out the window, careful for her not to see me. She got out of the car and was walking up to the drive way and saw me peering through the window. I met her at the door. “Hi mom, how was your drive?” I asked. “It was good, refreshing.” she replied. “Mom, why were you crying before?” I said. “I was just upset. You know I miss your father”