So, I have a writing assignment in my English class where I have to write a dialog as part of a transformation paper. A self-introspection piece, if you will. I picked something I never talk about. Ever. Well, rarely. Ok, ok, I "talk" about it, but mostly I write about this part of my life only once a year and I share only a small, small, small portion of what went on. I chose the last "conversation" I had with my mom. It was a monologue that's for sure. I told her that I loved her and if she stayed I'd change my mind about going to Long Beach State and stay home and go to school in town. That conversation happened at 1 AM and she passed away about 3 hours later. I was half expecting a miracle that she'd live a little longer. I also ended up not going to LB State putting what I thought what I wanted to do on hold. I have to read the conversation I had with my dad prior to talking with my mom out loud in front of my English class in about 12 hours. At thi