When did I grow up?
When did I grow up?
Is it when I realized that my parents are not superheroes,
or when I realized that my father could not always protect me,
or my mother cannot always heal me?
Perhaps it is when I know that they are the only ones, who can.
or when I realized that I loved maths because that was the only topic of conversation between me and my father,
or when I realized I did not want to talk about maths and logic anymore because my mother didn’t feel included?
When did I grow up?
Is it when I learned that my parents are normal human beings,
who can commit mistakes,
or when I forgave them?
When did I grow up?
Perhaps it’s when I felt sad about my mother having the same insecurities as me as a teenage girl,
or when I realized that I’d never fully grasp the complexities of my father’s experiences.
