In the end, she went to visit her mother.
"You never had to give up your life for dad." Sakura complained, sitting in the sun drenched kitchen, breathing the air of a morning after the rain. Surely, this was the best air ever.
Her mother raised an eyebrow and shook her head at her. "What are you talking about?" She asked. "Nothing in life comes free; haven't I always told you that? When I married your father I gave up my old life. No longer was I my parents' child; I couldn't live with them anymore. I had to leave home and become a new person – a wife. Things are always changing Sakura, even though sometimes you don't notice them doing so. I know you don't. It's only sometimes that you get to decide in which way they change."
Sakura moaned and let her head fall onto the table. "Mom! I came here looking for you to tell me what to do! What's with this 'it's your choice' nonsense? Just tell me what I should do."
Her mom shook her head again and laughed. "I can't tell you what to do anymore! You're not a child."
"I'm not? Are you sure?" Sakura asked. "When did that happen, and how did I miss it?"
Her mother sighed. "It happened when you were very young, and it happened very fast. You haven't been a child for a long time now, as much as I hate it."
Sakura went across the room and hugged her mom. She wished she told her mother more often how grateful she was to her, how much she loved her. How much she would miss her.