Diary of a Sister

saw less and less reason to be strong, so she started being weak. Her feelings were easily hurt. It became harder to please and make her happy. She became a glass-hal

en-spoiling grandma. Her strong personality prevented her to accept this fact of life. Nevertheless, my mother remained a b

le her attention to us. That much attention from her? Well, it surpassed any good feeling coming from being healthy. Her dedication to her children-oriented her entire adult life to taking care of us, in every detail. S

d illnesses as a way to get her children's attention who she believed didn't listen to her anymore. She had asthma, vertigo, upset stomach, indigestion,

is approval to validate her feelings. And this was where the same problem always started, most of the time she got invalidated, and that stirred turmoil in her emotions. This tu

specially when it touched her children. She proved that quality again even as she moved towards her death. She knew the tremendous financial difficulty my Brother had since COVID hit the earth, and therefore could not continue supporting her daily life, let alone pay for her serious illness. She knew that her son was very troubled by this, and so that became her one and only focus. She painted a rosy possibility of rising back up to my Brother,

sometimes he appeared as if he had no emotion. But don't get it wrong, he was a highly emotional person, flammable in fact. He was aware of this

aved a pat on the back and sympathy. He succumbed to his emotion after years of failing, or unwillingness, to develop his prefrontal cortex. As he grew

, my mother would agree with him, but not emotionally. So she would be with him on one solved problem, but back to being emotional on the next similar problem. Over time, my Brother realized that he could only treat the symptoms, but not the real problem. My mother would be

ilos, then probably my mother, as both a woman and a mother could sense something more. Something that she could not articulate to my Brother. My Brother should not have written her off too quickly when she per

nships rocked me. She was the pillar of my strength, and she would smile with pride whenever I let her know it. She was always there for me, and her strength became my strength. Ou

like my Mom's, came from the immense love that I had towards my children. I was brave too. Like my mom, I had suffered many times bec

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