Mum likes to describe me as a Happy-Go-Lucky girl. She says that when I was a child, I was a joy to care for and I loved to please.
We would play games together; Mum would even hide under the bed to jump out and scare my socks off when I get home from school.
But when I became a teenager, I started questioning my parents’ authority. I would vehemently argue with my mum as I silently disagree with my dad.
