Mama's Girl.

Yes, and I'm not ashamed of it.  There are just many things in life that she could do well that I can't.  Cooking is one, and memorizing is another one too.  I regress when I'm with my mom.  And since I'm naturally inclined to that when she's around, I have thought of moving out so I could finally figure out how to live on my own.  Exciting, true.  Challenging, I might say.  But definitely, something I'm looking forward to.

Just how I am dependent on my mom? 

Mom and Me. Carbon copies.

One time, I accidentally cut my middle finger deeply while washing the dishes.  I immediately called my younger brother and showed him what happened.   In my shock to see blood rushing down my middle finger, the only treatment I could think of was to press the wound and raise it up. Yep, that's after having a degree of nursing. That's what my lousy panicked brain could only think of.  

Now my brother, in his calm voice said. 

"Ok, nurse.  What should you do?"

Within a split second, I screamed and cried. "Mamaaaaa."  

I was just there, in front of a bunch of piled up unfinished dishes, with my soapy hands, arms raised, while pressing the wound.  There I was, brawling and crying out for my mom.  A helpless 26-year old licensed nurse.  

I know. 

Tragic.

My brother, in again, in his relaxed state, got out of the house and went to the nearest store, came back and handed me a band aid.  He did that while hearing his older sister crying.  HAHAHA.  Now I wonder what was he thinking while doing the errand.  

I know I'm such a cry baby.  Remembering it makes me want to laugh at myself you know.

There are just some things that wouldn't change.