“M-Mama?! Maaaamaaaa?!” The feeling of dread started to rise within Booker. He swiveled his head from side to side, looking throughout the crowded department store. Mama was supposed to be right outside of the changing room, but she was nowhere to be seen. In his hands, Booker held a bright red shirt and dark blue pants that were perfectly suited for his first day of kindergarten. He pulled them closer to his body, trying to find some comfort in the soft fabric.
I stared at the paper before me, red marks covering its many pages. The comments were long and accompanied by many words being crossed out. Grammatical errors were pervasive, though they didn't seem to be at the time of the paper's writing. Finally, I reached the end of what seemed like an endless commentary on me to find the biggest whammy of them all.