When my mother began to weaken, we all knew that she needed help. < img src = "https://zycie.news/crrops/6dbcea/620x0/1/0/2025/03/29/vz1lefb4f1uszrrr58vx3q1hohfhq7v1htpg0wz3.jpg" alt = "old lady @pexels" styles = "background-color: rgba (70,70,70.1)" > < p > It was not about medical care yet, but about the presence of & ndash; That someone would shop, make sure the drug & oacute; in, gave tea on the worse day. I lived far away, I had small children and a full -time job.

< p > brother & ndash; The only son, the eye in our head is & ndash; He said: < br />< br /> & mdash; & AMP; BDQUO; Don't worry. I will take care of her. I live five streets away. & Amp;

< p > I was touched. I thought: “Bdquo; maybe it will really be fine. He has his boyfriend with him. & AMP; RDQUO; I did not know that for him my mother was only a problem to solve. They flew two months.

< P >I called, asked. My brother sold me: < br />< br /> & mdash; & AMP; BDQUO; Everything under control. & AMP; Bdquo; Mama sleeps a lot, don't call, because you get her tired. ” < p > I started to feel something. This is a feeling that mothers have & ndash; I had my mother towards my mother. I went without announcement.

< p > She didn't open. The neighbor looked at me embarrassed.

< p > — & AMP; BDQUO; Mrs. Mama ? A & Hellip; You did not know ? led her & hellip; to some resort. &

< p > I froze. & what did you do ? &

< p > A moment of silence.

< p > then cool tone: < br />< br /> & mdash; & AMP; BDQUO; I can't do it. She will have better care there. And more societies. & Amp;

< p > — & AMP; BDQUO; You promised. & AMP; RDQUO; & Amp; MDASH; I whispered.

< p > — & AMP; BDQUO; I'm not a nurse. ” < p > I went to the square & oacute; wki. I found her sitting at the window, staring into the distance. She went out. She didn't cry. Did not complain.

< p > just said quietly:

< p >< br /> & mdash; & AMP; Bdquo; I thought I would be with my family to the end. But probably now the family has more important things & hellip; &

< p > I grabbed her hand. But I felt something bursting, which would not glue any more. My brother does not appear. M & oacute; that & bdquo; settled the matter ' < p > A I & Hellip; I don't know if I will forgive. Not only him.

< p > but also & ndash; for trusted that the word 'I will take care of' means the same thing to him as for me.

< p > because it is not enough to sign the paper & oacute; in and get rid of the weight. Mom was not a burden. Was our mother.

Natasha Kumar

By Natasha Kumar

Natasha Kumar has been a reporter on the news desk since 2018. Before that she wrote about young adolescence and family dynamics for Styles and was the legal affairs correspondent for the Metro desk. Before joining The Times Hub, Natasha Kumar worked as a staff writer at the Village Voice and a freelancer for Newsday, The Wall Street Journal, GQ and Mirabella. To get in touch, contact me through my natasha@thetimeshub.in 1-800-268-7116