The following Friday, Sam took her regular seat in her English class, a nervous wreck. Kids were walking around, introducing their classmates to their mothers. One of the mothers saw that Sam was alone and walked up to her. "Where is your mother, dear?"

Sam swallowed nervously. "Oh, um, she couldn't come."

"She couldn't get the day off from work?" the woman asked.

"No," Sam explained. "She died when I was four."

"Oh, I'm so sorry," the woman replied as she walked away. Sam, meanwhile, wanted to crawl into the nearest hole. Just as she was considering sneaking out, a familiar face slipped into the room. Samantha did a double-take. "Angela?" she asked. "What are you doing here?"

"Well, unless I've got the wrong classroom, I came to hear your Mother's Day essay," Angela said.

"But what about your big meeting at work?" Samantha asked.

"I re-scheduled it," Angela replied. "See, I accidentally overheard you talking on the phone to Marci."

Sam winced. "I'm sorry for saying all that stuff. I was just upset."

"It's OK," Angela replied. "I know I can be a bit of a workaholic sometimes."

"Sometimes?" Sam asked with a laugh.

"Ok, all the time," Angela corrected.

"I can't believe you gave up a big business meeting for me. You're always saying how work comes first," Samantha said.

"Let's just say that in the past few months, I've been noticing that there might be some things more important than that," Angela replied, hugging her.

The End