Thinking about how much influence mommy holds over me. After having broke me down to pieces, she'd cradle me close, i'd hide myself in her arms seeking the very source of my torment, anchoring myself to the woman who had just systematically stripped away every ounce of my composure. She'd whisper and coo into my hair, with a mock sympathetic tone "Aww, You're so beautifully dependent on me, aren't you? Even when it's too much.. even when you're crying because you can't take another second, you still come crawling back to Mommy. Shh, you did so well for me, Bunny. I've got you"















