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I remember my mom freaking out when I was 10 and went outside to ride my bike before she was awake. I'm 25 now and she's still afraid of me walking to the train station from work after dark. She lectures me every time she can about what I'm doing wrong at work, what to say, what to do, what excuses to give when I'm late, and at home (I can afford to move out, but she'd have to sell the house,) I get such useful tips as how to put my socks on properly, how to cook eggs properly, to remember to wash my hands after handling raw meat, and the list goes on. I think she's forgotten that I'm 25 and not 12. This drives me crazy, but I just shrug it off because I know she's hanging onto the last bit of time she has to parent me before I move out.
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