She walks past me and slams the door. I call out asking if she is alright and the answer is ‘leave me alone’. I am left worried about her mental health yet angry that she is treating me this way. Where is the little girl who used to yell ‘I love you Mummy, the little girl who once sat on my lap as we sang together. Has she gone? Well no she’s changing heading towards the inevitability of womanhood. Boy it happened in a blink of the eye. It literally seems I tucked her in one