My mother has a story she tells every time. It is a story of how she believes that I became detached from everyone including both family and friends. When I was younger my mom and dad used to be working day in and day out and she would usually leave my sister and me at the time, with nannies. I was about one year old when she would leave me. One day she says, she came back from work usually she would pick me up and feed me, but on that day, she saw that I was not crying like I used to but she never took notice of it. She says that was the day that I withdrew from her. Every time I would hear that story I would always tune her out. Then one day I really listen to what she was saying, and the way she says with such sadness that all this time she had blamed herself for the way that I behave towards her with something that had happened way before I had any memories. I take having the courage to look past the past and looking forward to having a better relationship with