Day 1:
I have my own weird relationship with my mom. I’m the oldest so all my life, I have been tasked with different jobs and responsibilities that honestly a child shouldn’t have to do or even think about. But I did them and I didn’t complain, why because I wanted to help. I still do. I’ll drop anything for my family. It’s weird when you finally move out and you aren’t a call (not phone call but actual yell out) away. The requests are at the worst time(they were already) and you’re never given patience. It’s sad that the oldest is never given patience and space. I hate it.