Can't Learn to Grow Up

Separation is a lifelong lesson that I will never learn. —————(First point of view, short story) In the dim rental house, I hung up the phone with my mother, and salty tears fell from the high bridge of my nose and disappeared into the pillow. The pillow seemed to still smell like home, and the smell of sunlight mixed with laundry filled my nostrils. Tears kept falling like an unstoppable faucet. I am still thinking about my mother's nagging words. "Take care of yourself outside, don't eat randomly, and pay attention to your health." In my mind, my mother has always been fat and fat. I have never seen her with long hair, I have only seen her in yellowed photos when she was young. She was high-spirited. My crying echoed in the quiet room. At this moment, I desperately wanted to go home. Intention: separation