She is one of my closest allies in life and the wade through the rapids of schizophrenia.
She is beautiful like a lantern, she gives me hope and light, and she is surprisingly strong for someone who looks to delicate and fragile.
I love my mum. She puts up with a lot from me. I didn’t believe she was really my mum last year, I thought that she was an impostor, nice enough but not a relative. I kept trying to run away. It took a lot of time but now I know she is my mum. And I miss being near her. She live interstate.
Sorry I just felt like writing about my cool mum. Thank you.