THE THOUGHT OF BECOMING my mother’s puppet has always been in my mind already since I was young. However, the right term to call her ways of molding me into the person I am today and how she teaches me wasn’t in my vocabulary yet—not until I reached the stage where I managed to understand a single word. Yet, hearing that word and knowing what it meant first was confusing for me.
When I was a kid, I wasn’t allowed to play like the normal kids outside—getting all sweaty, running around and just making friends with the others. I was told by my mother that spending time with them will be bad for me as they will grow up as bad children. During that time, I feared becoming one in the future. It was her words that I always followed, thus, making me lose my entire childhood.
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