The frictions appeared without bad intentions:
“Mom, less salt.”
“Mom, turn the volume down.”
“Mom, on Saturday we go out, will you be okay?”
One day I heard my daughter say on the phone,
“I know it’s the right thing to do, but it’s exhausting.
That’s when I understood something painful: living with family doesn’t always make you feel accompanied. Sometimes it makes you feel invisible.
Paid aid also takes an emotional tollI returned home and sought professional help. At first it worked… until the accounts arrived.
