The guilt — it’s a physical weight, like my chest is caving. Spent the last of it, the home aide money, on that trip. Tenerife. Sun was… blinding. And here I am, studying, trying to finish this damn degree, and Mom’s alone. My mother. Not alone, not really, but not… cared for, the way she needs. The way I PROMISED. My savings, GONE, just like that. For a tan. A few days of not thinking. Now I think too much. My brain, a hamster wheel of What If. What am I DOING. Student loans, lectures, and this… this immense failure.
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