When was the moment I was no longer a child?
There’s what the law says, there’s what family says… and then there’s what I say.
How I struggled to feed myself, to follow all the instructions, and failed to keep my room clean. That didn’t change until sometime around 29.
My parents called me a late-bloomer… someone who took longer to figure it out.
Some of my friends and partners called me a slob.
I would say it’s embarrassing, even in retrospect. But not anymore.
How can I be embarrassed about what made me me? It’s about learning, isn’t it?
The me that I am could be different from moment to moment.
But the me in the next moment wouldn’t exist without the previous one.
About the Creator
Gabriel Shames
I’m an east coast American, interested in writing poetry and fiction as long as I can remember. I took a test in 4th grade where they told me I wrote creatively at a college level!
Hope you enjoy reading as much I as I do creating ❣️
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