Healing my relationship with my mother

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When I was growing up, my mum was everything to me, and she was a quintessential Tiger Mum.

She would sit down beside me and watch me do my homework every day when I came back from school, check my school bag and homework assignments, and watch me write every stroke of my penmanship. If my handwriting wasn’t perfect, she would erase everything and have me write everything all over again. Also…