And when we become of age,
Who are we really when we are not with the ones who raised us? Who shelterd us? Protected us? The ones who stood by us through all our mistakes. The ones who helped us get back out there and fight another day. The ones we'd go home to and laugh the night away ? Who are we when we're all alone in this big, dark, empty, yet busy world around us? Is it then when we're facing demons alone we discover what our core selves are capable of? Or is it then we realize that we are who we were raised with, and with out them, it's just one step harder trying to figure out who we were and where we belong.