The showers felt colder, the coffee grew more bitter, and my life eventually consumed who I used to be.
I recognized the key pronoun “I”... it wasnt my mother nor my fathers future, but it was mine.
They couldnt be there to comfort and secure me, and I needed to recognize that I was the one who could stitch my future back together. I was waiting as if I was a damsel, when in reality I was my own knight.
I realized that I had a hero the entire time, however i discredited her as a panicked girl waiting for a rescue mission to pull her out of the water that was her life.