You're older be wiser

 For fourteen years I’ve been travelling with my mother on holidays. It’s our way of being together. In new, unknown territories family dramas become supressed. Since how can we feel bad around palms, sunny beaches, all inclusive? Our travels made me realise the growing similarities between us – they raise my objection. I don’t want to become her. I feel as if I lived inside a matryoshka doll. I came out from her as her copy and, someday, I might become somebody else’s doll shell as well. It terrifies me. I’m a structure which came out from similar structure and whose goal – according to nature – is to give birth to another matryoshka doll. What if I don’t know yet who I am, or at least I know that I’m not somebody I’d like to be.