I think it was scary just to live day by day.

When was the last time you’d told Mom about something that had happened to you? At a certain point, the conversations between you and Mom became simplified.

تزايد بداخلك الشعور بصعوبة الحديث مع أمكِ عن حياتكِ. فقد تراءى لكِ أنه لا توجد أي علاقة بين ما تقومين به وحياتها.

you’d always talked to her as if you were angry at her. You talked back to her, saying, “What do you know, Mom?” “Why would you do that, as a mother?” you’d rebuke. “Why do you want to know?” you retorted coldly.