“You’re bouncing off the ceiling…” she said.
I was just happy to see her after so long. We only met once every four months, that was our arrangement. She was responsible for my wellbeing and I, I just failed at most things.
She left not long after this, moved away, closer to home, the baby and family. I still recall those words, “Bouncing off the ceiling”, and cherish them still. A life of an unstable is never easy but a saying like that sometimes help to remember the better days.
