i think my mother is brilliant, for bringing us up single-handedly. and then supporting us throughout school with her own sacrifices. so i really admire her for her courage and perserverance, her love and care. but then, i think somewhere along the way, she forgot that we’re kids. because she has only herself to depend on, she decided that as kids, we will need to toughen it up to face the world in the future. its a good thing actually, but as much as i am brave, i am still afraid of the world. she said, “you need to be brave, im proud of you.” its just really a front i put up. im too independent yet at times, i am too reliant. i am a contradiction i dont like.