"I couldn't see her face. Usually when I get angry or scared I can see her in my mind and I calm down, but not today. She just wasn't there." McKenzie sat on her bed, speaking to her professor about why she ran out of class. Professor X. said nothing. He didn't know what to say, so he just sat, waiting for McKenzie to continue. There was an extremely long pause then she continued. "I miss her so much" She took the picture of her mother off her night stand and traced her face with her finger. Her mother been dead for a few months now, yet here she was, preserved in a picture. Although McKenzie would never hear her kind voice or smell her wonderful perfume, she would always be able to look at her and remember. But today, at school, McKenzie needed her mother's memory but it wasn't there. McKenzie started to cry. "It's ok McKenzie, you know your mother will always be remembered. Even if you can't see her sometimes. Now get some rest and when you wake up come for supper." And with that the professor left. McKenzie knew he was right. She would never forget her mother. McKenzie took the picture and put it back on the night stand. Then she lay down to sleep.