I'm just like my mother.
Which, I think is odd.
I've spent a quarter of my life now (actually a little bit more) living without my mom at home. Sometimes I forget what it was like to have her here, and that realization hurts more than I'd like to admit.
In the fourteen years I spent living with her, I'm glad that I had her to learn from. Sometimes, I'll do something, and without realizing it, I want it done in the exact same way mom would have.
For example:
When leaving the kitchen all of the kitchen cupboards must be closed, and the lights must be turned off. They just have to.
I'm not saying it's a bad thing that I'm just like her. Actually, it's a little comforting knowing that she is so much a part of me, that I think she always will be. And that, my friends, is something to be proud of.

I sound just like her. When I'm at work especially... "Do it right or do it twice"
"Find yourselves something to do before I find something for you... And believe me, you're not going to like it."

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