I was sitting in my comp class with my racist professor talking about how black families interact with eachother on Thanksgiving and decided to write this...

Saudi Arabian girl of my dreams and nightmares.

my mother, my tree

you ever had someone in your life that claimed to love you? Clung on to you at night? But in the morning they don't like you? Praise the people that are unlike you? When the sun goes down, they grasp you again and take you out, brag about you to all their friends? The cycle keeps on....maybe you can relate.

Sneaking out after a one night stand with your soulmate...

I'm trying to decide whether this little story is even good enough to extend into a novel. I have this bold idea that I need to actually translate into writing but I'm not sure if this is the right way to start it off. Let me know what you think.

This is only the recalling of a moment that happened recently between me and my mother. If anyone could respond with a critique and maybe some advice on what I should do about my situation that would be great. Thanks.