The bitter, winter weather disappeared as I scurried into the cozy house. The fireplace crackling as it produced warmth for the living room, and fresh, fudge brownies await me on the kitchen counter. The warm and sugary scent in the atmosphere took over my sense of smell. The feeling of comfort and safeness arises in my body as I settled in the microfiber couch. After she poured her steamy cup of coffee, she situates herself in her leather chair beginning our colloquy. As I consulted her about my struggle in school, she sat there with open ears, truly listening to my problems; only offering advice for my best interest. As I struggled to understand where I went wrong, my mom shook her head in disapproval. Mary Ann Crome has a strong moral
