It’s like every time the care facility calls, even for a TINY thing about my mom, I just… I feel so small. Like a kid again. Fifty years old, running my own business, hours away, and they call because she wanted a different flavor of yogurt and I'm supposed to KNOW what to do? Like I'm FAILING her. It's ridiculous, I know, but it just hits me SO hard, like all my grown-up stuff is just a costume and I'm still just a worried kid underneath. Humans are so WEIRD, all these layers we build up and then one little phone call and it all just… crumbles.
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