From the moment I began shouldering responsibilities as an adult, I forgot that I was still a child. I was still allowed to be naïve and make mistakes.
From punishing myself for waking up early to beating myself to death for the most minute mistake, I had stopped expecting errors from myself. This is the most dangerous thing to do.
I was well aware that my tendencies to be hard on myself wouldn’t get me anywhere, yet I couldn’t stop. I was burdened with the need of filling the empty stomachs of me and my sister. That kept me rigorously working for months. Even when I’d collapsed, I’d remind myself about the unfairness of life. If I wouldn’t earn myself bread, nobody would be willing to give it to us. I didn’t mind starving, but I couldn’t allow that for the young Lucy. That helped me i
