Don't depend on me.

I still remember this creative piece of short story by Shih Li Kow that my creative writing teacher, Mr Sofwan once shared in class.
Dont depend on me. Don't be dependant.
And, they call this, independent.
Mum called. And for many years since I last grown up from that girl who squats at staircase and cries until my mum who is sharpening woody colour pencils with the large pocket knife on swing along with my youngest sis in the garden of my grandmother's house comes after me to give me a hug, I feel like crying and ask for that hug again.
I know neither life works this way nor a grown up should portray such childish behavior.
Give me time, I know I can do better.