My confession is I love my mother. She’s the greatest mom ever: although I’ve recently deduced that she was quite depressed for a lot of parts of my early childhood and late teens, she never made me feel it. She made the best food, the best cakes and she always has inspired me with her care for detail, love for food, spontaneous nature and profound affection for those she loved. She is funny as hell, sweet and fun loving. I look up to her and admire her and hope always to better myself.
I wish I could go back in time just be more grateful towards her whilst I was a teen. I was a bit out of control with my emotions and probably quite selfish. I am so glad now I can see how great she is really.
Love you mum, I probably would have turned out far worse without you!
