“Does that feeling ever go away? Do you ever actually start feeling like an adult at some point?”
I had been hopeful of course. Hoping someday a switch would flip and I’d suddenly feel like things were less of a struggle. So I posed the question to my mother as I sat eating nuggets at Wendy’s with every intention of getting a frosty afterward.
“No. I’m 64 years-old and I still feel like a kid who misses her mom.” She spoke sadly.