Complaint at 7:44 while waiting for dinner

When my mom visits, she sheds off nearly everything we know her to be; she cooks, fixes the clothes and fusses when I arrive late. She starts watching Coronation Street and favours sweet biscuits with her coffee- two things she rarely ever touches. But some things she holds onto like the time we scoured Auckland for seafood (and trust me, there isn't much) because Lent was coming. Or that she dresses up even if it's just going with the kids to the takeaway just around the corner.

I wish I could do the same thing, to shed everything. At will.

I had the opportunity, but here I am, still holding onto stuff.