We rode in the car, on the way to the LAX Airport. The windows were down, and the cool fall breeze came through the car. I put up the volume to the radio and it was playing "We Are Young". I looked out the window as I sung-along with the song.

The sun was shining down brightly on the grass. I stuck my head out the window, feeling the cool breeze slap me on the face. I was going to miss L.A., and most importantly my Mom. Me and my Mom did everything together, and I mean everything. Shopping, cooking, dancing, and many many more. Dad died when I was around eight and Mom didn't date again after that. She said, she would but never really did.