I miss being taken cared of. Normally, in times of great illness, I remember my mother on panic mode trying to make sure I am feeling better. Honestly, it may sound weird, but I like it when she panics. It assures me that I am loved. It assures me that she will do everything in her capacity to make me feel better - take away the pain if she has to.
When I was 16 and started becoming independent, that was when I realized I have to take care of myself. I still do.
Maybe I am just being nostalgic. Maybe I am just being mushy. But I'd rather be with my mother now on panic mode.
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