I can’t believe it’s been already a month since my mother moved out. My grandma’s nanny just resigned and mom volunteered herself to take care of her for good. Independent living, it is! But I have to admit, the first week without mom was a torture. My brother and I, of course, has to take care of every single thing— from cooking our own foods, washing the dishes, cleaning the whole house, doing the laundry, and the hardest… to wisely spend our money. We now both know how hard it is to budget your allowance especially when the things you buy is really needed for the house. It was a huge adjustment for both of us and (I think) especially to me. I am a 101% mama’s girl. Always have been and always will be. This is actually the first time in my entire 16 years of life that I’ll be separated from her… That I will not get to see, hug and kiss her everyday anymore. What I just really miss the most is when I come home everyday and she’s there to serve me my already prepared afternoon snack, talk to me and ask if my day turned out good. Now I come home to an empty house, prepare my snacks alone and hoping our dog will talk to ask me how my day went by. Do I sound dramatic? I think I do :p Well… it’s just that I saw/observed that everything really did change when she left. But according to the text she sent me a while ago, “You should consider this as a stepping stone because I know that there will come a time when you will realize that you want to move out of the house and give a try living on your own. You are not a baby anymore (but you will always be my baby hehehe) so I know that you can handle our situation wisely. I miss you and I love you! /mama.” And she said she will come home every two or three weeks. She’s right… I am not a baby anymore :) And I shall make her proud by being responsible and a good “proxy mom” at home :)

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