began inviting me to join for dinner despite her cooking being terrible. We would watch game shows and she would shout her answers to them as if they could actually hear what she was saying.
Gradually, she began telling me more about herself and before I realized it, I was also opening up. I was telling her things that I had never told another soul, from the time spent in foster care homes to how I learnt not to rely on anyone and how survival was all I knew as
