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“That’s just what I was thinking, my man.”

I squint to get a look at the other girls in her little circle.

Maybe I know some of them. Nope. I don’t know any of them.

One of the girls in the group must be sharing a funny story as her friends giggle and smile. My mystery girl throws her head back and laughs, her long hair cascades down her back.

Where has this one been hiding?

2

Adison

I take a deep satisfying breath. It’s finally Friday and I managed to get through all the tutoring sessions for the week. My stomach protests with a loud growl.

No wonder my stomach is angry, I didn’t even stop for lunch today.

I close the math book and slide it gently into my backpack. The traveling library is practically coming apart at the seams. Toting this math book along with the math books of numerous classes at Tennessee University not only puts a strain on the material but also on my back. I yawn.

As soon as I get back to my dorm and eat, I’m taking a long nap.

Tutoring is one of the most rewarding experiences. I love helping students who are anxious to learn and want to improve. I’ve had a few lackluster students along the way, but most are relieved to get assistance.

“Thanks so much for your help with the formulas,” Melinda says, a tall and willowy like blonde ballerina.

“You’ll be able to use the formulas for the exam, but you’ll have to know how to apply them. If you study the examples we went over today, you shouldn’t have any problems.”

Melinda lets out a huge breath. “You’re a lifesaver, Adison. Thanks again.”

“No worries. You’ll do great.” I hitch the backpack onto my shoulder.

The backpack feels like a lead weight on my aching body.

“Good luck with the exam on Monday.”

“Thanks.” Melinda tucks her books into a stylish leather satchel.

At the thought of the weekend just ahead, I get a burst of energy and scurry through the library. Once I hit the warm afternoon sun, I take a deep breath. The air is so fresh. The Tennessee breeze blows my hair around my face and a sense of peace envelops me. I love this opportunity to be outdoors and never take any chance to spend time in the sun for granted.

My cell phone rings. I can’t hold back my smile. Mom always knows how to make my day.

“Hello, Mom.” I balance the phone on my shoulder as I take a sip of my favorite flavored coffee.

“Just calling to check in.”

Again.

She doesn’t skip a beat. “You doing good, honey? Getting enough rest? I worry that your schedule is so busy you’ll?—”

“Mom, I’m fine. Honestly. I’m handling everything. I’m feeling good. I’m taking my meds. I’ve never felt better.” I adjust my backpack and continue through the campus.

“And you made an appointment with?—”

“With Dr. Baxter. Yes. I go for a check in two weeks.”

My mom lets out a sigh of relief. “According to Dr. Petersen, Dr. Baxter is the best cardiologist in Tennessee. You’ll be in excellent hands. I’m so proud of you, by the way.”

What would I do without you? Always my stability— my rock. Mom, a best friend, and a confidant, all rolled into one.

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