My parents raised me to be accountable, but this past year had me grow up real quick.
There are times where I feel like a little girl who is lost in the grocery store, looking frantically everywhere, a little girl who just wants to find her parents hands to lead her in the right direction, to walk beside her.
But they aren't there. I can't find them anywhere.
I go to the store manager and have them make an announcement, only to receive no response.
No one comes to claim me.
I sit there waiting, but am met with empty, nothing, loneliness.
And I realize that's it.
Here I am.
A grown up.
Someone who now has people looking for my hand, to find them. To walk next to them, and guide them,
A girl, who without realizing it, was now a woman.
A woman wholly accountable and responsible for a whole hell of a lot.
Children, households, a memorial, a burial, taxes, lives.
No one is going to rescue me.
I am now in charge of the recovery, taking the lead.
Overwhelmed.
Petrified, but moving forward.
Charting this new course as a certified adult and scared as anything.
The little girl has grown.
Xoxo,
C.
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