i am just a good mamas girl. i am sorry.
I lost my mum when I was five and from then on i lived with my grandmother. She died when I was twelve and then I lived with my aunt and her family in the countryside. They were strictly catholic and did not let me go out as i was a teenager. sometimes they let me visit this other aunt and her children who were more carefree which i liked but people teased me because i was always nice and good and obedient. I felt as if i really had no home. I feel people cannot understand why i am so serious sometimes. Often when i meet a group of people and when they start talking about their families i feel left out. It is hard to say listen up everyone my mother is dead. Please do not ask me about my parents in a small talk. i do not know what to do or how to handle my emotions. they do not come with the instructions in a package. I am good. I do my homework. I want to have a normal family. And a part of me is sad because it thins that by losing a mother i missed chances to develop my creative potential.