TWO
Funny, because when the teacher told her to "hurry up and come up with the answer," it was highly nostalgic of her mother, and more predominately, her study sessions. Poring over sheets of algebraic questions, if she spent a little too much time over one problem, her mother would repeat the same condescending words: "hurry up and come up with the answer." Her nose would rise in disgust over her failure, her one imperfection.
And with sweat gathering at her forehead, she would write the answer promptly on the sheet. If she got it right, her mother dismissed it as necessary. If she got it wrong, she was rewarded with a slap across the face.
