‘Mum,’ I said, ‘I’m not doing too well. Not at all well. I think I might be having a mental breakdown.’ I suppose I imagined that Mum would make soothing noises, stroke my head or something like that. What was I thinking? Mum took a sip of her tea, put the cup down on the saucer and looked straight at me. She said, ‘Well, darling. You’ll just have to pull yourself together. Won’t you?’ I hitchhiked back to Christchurch and pulled myself together.
Extremely relatable lol
