my mother called me from the kitchen below on a hazy, hot saturday morning. the clock said ten—she had…

my mother called me from the kitchen below on a hazy, hot saturday morning. the clock said ten—she had allowed me to sleep in—and the breakfast she was making already smelled delicious. slowly, i arose from my bed and sauntered down the stairs. instead of finding piles of pancakes and plates of scrambled eggs, however, i found my mother, her eyes glistening with wonder, surrounded by piles and piles of fabric. dumbfounded, i listened as she excitedly explained to me that after working a desk job her entire life, she was embarking on a new career. she was going to study to become a fashion designer! the move was necessary, she claimed, and her creative nature demanded it. although stunned, i nodded with interest and tried not to let my facial expression give away my feelings just yet. choose the sentence that would best conclude the narrative by providing reflection. a i anxiously scanned the room with my eyes, wondering when we would finally have breakfast. b after a moment, i embraced my mother and offered to help her start creating sketches for clothing. c unconvinced that she was actually serious, i asked whether she had thought through all of the details of her decision. d i sighed deeply, wondering how i was going to adjust, for surely a change in my mothers career would impact our life.

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