It's photos like these that remind me that my mother is a person (I often forget that parents are people too) who was once young and probably had dreams of grandeur, just like me, and I wonder whether she wishes things were different. And that maybe I'll one day have a daughter who thinks that I'm made of steel-wool and am mean just because I can be. I don't feel this way anymore but I used to. Sorry I was like that mum. I didn't mean it. Promise.