My Mom Flies An Fighter Jet

I wanted the class to know what I knew, that my mother was more than the woman who burned toast on Saturday mornings, sang old Motown songs while folding laundry, and fell asleep on the couch during nature documentaries. She had flown fighter jets. She had served her country. She had raised me alone. To me, that was enough to make her a hero.

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