There is still a part of me that will always be a child. I do not think there will be a time where I will lose her, That part of me who needs to be looked after.
I have spent so long now trying so hard to independent. The days I go hungry because it is only me who will cook, They will always be a part of me.
I take solace in the knowledge I can always go home, But the day will come when home is what I have built for myself, And the only person who will cook for me is me.
I moved out of my family home a year ago, and I guess I'm still working out how to live without my mother.