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As I stepped out with my mother, I wondered if the trip would mend my heart, but I don’t plan on grieving as well. My train of thought was suddenly disturbed by my mother who seemed to be elated for the trip. She asked me, “Aren’t trips great to heal from the damage that city life does to you? The wind feels so refreshing and you get to see new faces. Change is lovely. Don’t you think so?” We then took a taxi to get to the resort. While we were on the way, my mother kindly smiled at me and expressed her gratitude, “Addison, thank you for coming with me. During the times when people abstain from indulging in even doing the most minute things, it’s difficult to see children taking initiative to be their parents.” My eyes almost brimmed with tears as I explained to her, “You don’t have to