Day Eight: The 30-day writing challenge
I miss my momma. I need a hug and I miss my momma because she gives the best hugs in the world. And I can hug her for a long time without tiring. I miss my momma because she always has this way of calming me down whenever I am at the midst of failing at something. No nonsense and always the voice of reason, my momma can sit me down and very deliberately enumerate what I have to do in a situation without being harsh. She calls me out on my bullshit and is the wellspring of forgiveness at the same time. In high school, whenever I panic at the eve of a big math exam (which I always do) she sends me to sleep and wakes me up at 3 am so I can understand my formulas at the lonely sound of the town butcher pushing his wooden cart full of cow and pig corpses to the market from the abattoir. I think those were the only things that got me 80's instead of 75's. I understood the formulas but could never complete problem solutions and always got partial points. I miss my momma because I need someone to tell me partial points are okay but I need to put in more hours next time because after all, life, like math, requires a lot of pratice.