I remember the first time I set my mind to write. Not just to my mum or for her or about her.

From her POV (point of view).

As unpredictable as she can be, I liked to think that I can gauge her reaction at times and by so doing, perfectly tell her emotion in certain situations.
However, I've come to know that you can never fully know someone else's inner experience.

Well, I did finish up the writing (which I never showed her btw) and I have the book tucked in my file of memories.