10 November 2025

10 November 2025
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11 November 2025
11.11.2025

10 November 2025

You become an adult not when you have a child, but when the last person who remembers you as a child dies.

As long as your mother is alive, you’re someone’s child. No matter how old you are. No matter who you’ve become. She remembers you as a child, helpless, needy. And that keeps you a child. Even if you’re over forty.

And then she dies, and with her dies the last person for whom you were a child.

And that’s when you become an adult. Finally. Irrevocably. Because there’s no one left who remembers you as vulnerable. Who will forgive any mistake. Who will always accept.

You yourself become part of the older generation. Someone who is looked upon as an adult. Someone who is no longer a child to anyone.

And it’s scarier than it seems. Because being a child was very safe…