I get why you don’t ever want to call home,
why you don’t ever come home when there is a problem,
why you don’t want to tell us what is wrong,
because sometimes telling us is worse than the problem itself.

I too, want to escape the responsibility,
want to keep pretending that I’m strong enough to take care of it all,
want to seem like I’m the perfect daughter to a perfect family,
that probably only ever existed in our make-believe world.

I look up to you so, so much.