A Taste Of Honey Monologue New -

"I remember the taste of honey, the way it dripped from the spoon, sweet and sticky on my tongue. It was a fleeting moment of joy, a brief respite from the emptiness that seemed to swallow me whole. My mother, she was always chasing something – happiness, love, a sense of belonging. But it was like trying to grasp a handful of sand; the harder she squeezed, the more it slipped through her fingers.