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Her voice holds no bite, and I can’t help but smile at the fond tone that Stella

refers to her moms with.

“Moms?” I ask.

“Yeah, I guess I’m lucky. They never pressured me to be one way or the

other.”

“That’s wonderful.” I sigh.

Apparently, Stella’s mama was famous for her cupcakes in their old town, so

we decide to use that recipe.

The cupcakes surprisingly don’t take long, and as we wait for them to cool

down, we work on our English assignment.

We choose Friend, Please from Twenty One Pilots’ first album, which we

both agree is one of the best albums. Since we both know the song, we fly through

the assignment and by 6:30 we’re finished.

Stella runs around the kitchen, pulling together some supper for the both of

us as I clean off the table from our homework. We eat quickly before setting up to

finish the cupcakes.

One of Stella’s moms enters the kitchen while we’re gathering the

ingredients for the icing, chatting about whatever nonsense that comes to mind.

“It sounds like you two are having too much fun in here,” she smiles at us.

Her hair is a shade darker than Stella’s and is pulled into two long braids

with many short wisps of hair have fallen around her face. The smile on her face is

blindingly bright. She’s holding the harness of a Seeing Eye dog and wearing dark

glasses over her eyes.
Stella grins, “Mama, you’re home! We’re stealing your recipe for the GSA

bake sale tomorrow. This is Parker.”
“Hello, Parker, how are you?” Tanya leans down and unharnesses the dog.