That’s the thing with mothers—they always want to fix our problems. I feel Mami has been through enough in her lifetime. Why worry or disappoint her with my heartache and mistakes? Still, I sometimes wish Mami could be my rock. Maybe she can, and I have never given her the chance. I will never know. I would rather keep my secrets from her, so my image remains untainted and she is worry free. Mami is older now. She’s a mother who has lived for her children. A wife who hasn’t had it easy. The last thing I want to do is bring her stress due to my bad past judgments. Maybe things will change when I have a husband and a daughter of my own. For now, I will continue to keep secrets from Mami. It is the only way to protect her from my sporadic foolishness and my bouts of sadness and pain.