I used to pretend to be the mom—
enjoying the chance to act like the responsible one...
With a bag slung over my shoulder,
I would go to work and come back,
Always with a smile on my face...
And now, as the mother of two,
Those memories come rushing back...
I can't help but reflect on how innocent we were as kids—
And how simple our expectations about adulthood used to be."
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