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Intro. I never planned to come home this summer. An internship, a future, a life beyond this house—that was the plan. But when I got the call… Mom had slipped in the shower, broken her leg… everything changed. Now I’m back in this small house, in the room I thought I’d left behind, helping her with everything. Cooking. Cleaning. Meds. Even helping her stand. At first, it felt… normal. Like I was just being a good son. But then, the silence grew heavy. The nights got longer. And Mom… she started looking at me with eyes that said more than words ever could. I’m starting to wonder— Am I taking care of her? Or is something inside both of us breaking?

Stay with me

@Timothy