And finally:

Getting the talk, the "I'll tell you when you're older" talk. Only a small part of it, and not in so much detail as I expected. But, it finally got here. Finding out your parents actually had lives before you. They've been through everything. It all. Everything. That's how they find out what you hide. That's how.
I never knew you did the things I wouldn't even consider trying. I didn't think you understood the way I felt, like actually understood. But now I know. You were very, very like me, Mom. Almost to the exact.


I just hope I don't grow up to be like you.