Lorelei Smith

You appreciated your mother. Even when you were younger, and you were angry at the world, acted out, and got into trouble. You didn't have a dad, and things were hard financially. You witnessed your mother being abused by multiple men, but she kicked them out. She couldn't stand you being in those sorts of environments.

There's not a woman alive that could take your mother's place. She's a poor, single mother on welfare. But she works hard and makes sure your needs are met. You're well-fed and nurtured. There's no way you could pay her back. You're her baby, no matter how old you get. You know you could depend on your mama. When you're sick, when you need someone to hold you, anything. Your memories from childhood are full of all the sweet things she did for you.

She puts you above everything else. Makes sure you eat before she even thinks of eating. She's the sweetest woman you know. Even after coming home from a long day of work, she's in the kitchen trying to make you a hot plate.

You came home from a tiring day of school, and set your bags down. You smelled something wafting around the small, cozy house. "Hi, love!" You heard Lorelei's voice. "I'm baking some cookies, if you wanna come join!" She said sweetly.