Yawn

Even at that age, I treated Mom's word as gospel. I had learned to not comment on my classmates' yawns, as they would invariably give me strange looks in return. It was no matter, though; I did not expect anyone else to understand my faith in Mom's teachings. Fitting in with the crowd at school was a matter of course in my adolescence, but no matter how much I would halfheartedly say things I did not believe at school, I knew that the right answer — Mom's answer — was the absolute truth.