To my mom
I no longer need to be taken care of. I’m all grown up now, and I can take care of myself. You no longer have to scoop food into my bowl, or wash and dry my clothes, or clean my room every time it gets messy. I can do all of that now. Yet you always insist on doing it anyways. Maybe this is your way of saying that you love me, because all moms have an instinctive mentality to take care of her children. I always tell you to stop helping me. I don’t want to feel like a burden. You’ve done so much for me already. But I see the way your heart lights up when you fold my clothes or cook me food, so I hesitate and let you do it.