HOW I MET MY MOTHER
Like many other people, I loved my mother a lot, since childhood, I walked holding her hand, telling her even when I went to pee, I was clingy. She has always been my person, my mum. As a toddler life is all chill and fun, only sleep, eat and play. At that age everyone is your friend and no one is really your enemy; you cry when your father gets a clean shave or when your mother loves your sibling more, to tease you. The easy part of life ends there. Then you enter your school, as a child pretty much unaware of how the world functions. You get some enemies at this stage but nothing much personal. Your mother is still your best friend and knows all about your life. Waking up to go to school every day, class politics and some bullying maybe, some struggles add-in, but all good otherwise. Then comes, the nightmare, the truth and face off with brutality, the teenage years. You push away most people, things and habits that you loved doing just a year ago. You have crushes, heart breaks...