The older I get, the more like my mother I become. That is not a bad thing, by any means, but there was a time when I tried to be my own individual, trying my best to take no characteristics from my parents. I don’t know why, except it was my little bit of rebellion that I owned. They were great parents; I always knew that I was loved, and cared for. No matter their struggles in the adult world, they always put us first. Always. Yesterday I was making my smoothie and I decided to add a little bit of honey. I don’t know why, but I thought it…