By: Sandra Vo, Staff Writer

When my teacher passes out the precut pink paper hearts, I eye the foam stickers that sit in the center of the table, their glittery surface enough to captivate any kindergartener’s attention. Having only just turned six years old, my palms still retain their baby fat and even despite my best efforts, I align them crookedly on the paper.

“These are Mother’s Day invitations,” my teacher announces. I’m not sure what that means, but she warns us again not to cover up the words printed on the paper with any of our decorations. Once my paper appears satisfactorily covered with puffy stickers, I trace the outline of the lace trim on the invitation, mesmerized by its texture. My fellow peers chatter animatedly around me, showing off their hearts with beaming smiles.