Age is just a number..right?

I am 20 years old, did you know that readers or should I say reader (love you Amanda!). I am 20 years old and according to the world at age 18 I should've been kicked out of my house and forced to fend for myself. Thankfully I was not, I was coddled and taken care of and provided for in a way that is almost shameful. As a result of my nurturing parents I have a BIG problem...

I need my mommy!!!

I am 20 years old, I am sick and I want my mommy! Why is it that I can proclaim to the highest tops of the mountians that I am an adult, but one small cold can send me running, not walking, running back to my mother's lap. And when such a time as this comes, my mom will look down on me with what can only assume is a mixture of pity and motherly love and ask me what is wrong. I will then proceede to whine about every ailment and ask my mommy to fix it. I don't know if it is because my mommy is a nurse or just because she's my mommy but she really can fix it. Even at 20 years old she will still go get my medicine when I''m too "weak" to get off the couch and bring my dinner up to my room. So you see my problem, here I am sick and separated by several states and all I want is to lay on my mommy's lap and tell her to fix it