...which I unfortunately had to decline due to countless reasons. The main reason being my hesitation about moving to Manila. But also my mother's implied insistence I can't survive in Manila. With the underlying reason being my sight disability. Which is also valid and also my main concern. But I still feel sad about my circumstances. I feel caged. With clipped wings.

If my eyes were healthy, would she have been supportive about it? I know I would've done it in a heartbeat if it weren't for these goddamned eyes. I wish I could've experienced normal life achievements. Like ticking boxes off the cliché checklist.

She's always been so overprotective of me. And I let her because it was comfortable. It was safe. But it also stunted my growth. I still feel like a child with no say in my decisions. Like I'm just a passenger in my own life and my mother on the driver seat.