The best part of being an ‘adult’ child is that when I gossip or vent to my mom, she doesn’t blames me (in the story). She either takes my side or turns the whole conversation into a full-on tazkirah/ceramah session. And honestly, that’s beautiful. Because she sees me as an adult now, someone juggling a million things, and she understands that all I really want in that moment is her validation. And she gives me exactly that.