When I was younger, I hated how you hovered over me, crying out whenever I wandered off. I thought it was a cage I would never be free from.
When I was older, I realized you weren’t doing it to hurt me. No, you did it to keep me safe.
On my own I discovered how vulnerable I was. The evils of the world were constantly at my heels, threatening to end me.
I was paralyzed by fear… then I remembered.
Things aren’t so scary anymore now that your amber orbs watch over me from the jar on my mantle.
