Wrtiter: Alex Greenspoon

Editors: Jessica Liu and Alloe Mak

I am slowly becoming my mother. 

I used to hate the thought of it happening to me. Now, I don’t know if I hate it, or if I’ve just accepted it. Why do I fear becoming my mother? I beckon reality. Put out my hand and wait for it to embrace me in fear. I can see the way my finger flinches as it itches at my scabs—even when I can feel its breath on my skin. Although it’s not like I didn’t see it coming. We share the same traits: same shitty humor, same amount of pettiness, same amount of strength. I, however, am a version of her that she was never able to become. I am her with more opportunities to perform in the ways I desire. I am her with more pieces put together. Similar yet wildly different forms of pain are carved into our bones. Was I born with this scar or did it develop over time? It must’ve been a bit of both. I can ask her the same question.    

The cycle has picked up its pace. 

I am slowly becoming my mother.