Our evening at home.

So here we are, my mama and I sitting at home all alone on a Saturday night. I am on here and she’s grooving to the music from TikTok videos. Sometimes I wonder how we even got here. It’s like yesterday where all we had to worry about was school and homework and boys. We were in such a hurry to grow up only to find that the grass wasn’t exactly greener on the other side. But we wanted it so bad. From what I remember I was different. I mean the same but different. I didn’t wanna grow up near as fast as everyone else. Of course, I did feel like I was stuck in time. Like I was just sitting there while life passed me by. That’s not what happened but looking back that’s all I see. I miss being a child the most. There wasn’t really anything to worry about except booboos and juice boxes. The love from your mama and deddy. You thought it would go on forever. But here it is years later and one parent has gone home and you’re doing everything to take care of the other. Sometimes I feel defeated. But I enjoy every minute with my mother. I apologize if this post is a little on the sad side but it was on my mind. Until next time, Me