"I'm sorry." "it's okay." The two phrases have been exchanged between my mother and I, during my 18 years thus far on this earth, I estimate upwards of 200,000 times. I have made more mistakes than most people have made in an entire lifetime, in my 18 years on earth, and I have had to apologize quite a lot. In turn, my mother has made her fair share of mistakes, or shown a general coldness and lack of enjoyment towards me and my sister. She has apologized when seemed fitting, it has always been "okay."
Until now. It's 130 in the morning, and I'm due to leave for college in 2 days. Tonight was my last night at work, a place that contained all my friends, my boyfriend, my world, and essentially the home I had never had. Realizing that I had to say goodbye to everything I cherished proved to be enormously challenging, and following the goodbyes I sobbed for upwards of 3 hours, unconsolable.
Share this article: