Arriving at the Oregon State University campus for the High School Journalism Institute, my mom couldn’t help the tears that had been brewing on the drive – an overflowing pot. We were both stalling the whole way from Clackamas to Corvallis.
We found a truck stop that looked prettier than it smelled, we ate breakfast and lunch before 10 a.m, and we stumbled across a farmers market overlooking the Willamette River. We had done a good job at keeping up the facade until this moment.
My nerves didn’t hit me till the drive came to an end, and neither did my mom’s emotions. It was an indescribable feeling for us both…