My dad died in a random car accident when I was 5. My mom died due to ovarian cancer when I was in high school.  My mom died slowly. Very slowly. She went from a happy lady to miserably waiting to die. She had me (oldest), my autistic younger brother and my two sisters. At first I grieved a lot. Then the grievance turned to anger towards my mother for placing me in this caretaker position. The anger then turned to motivation to make something of myself (almost there) and take care of my siblings. When you hurt bad, you don’t want anyone else to experience the same pain.  My siblings are my only motivation in life. I deeply despise my parents for giving birth to us and leaving me to fend for everyone. 

This world at the end of the day is filled with unempathetic individualists. COVID has brought light to that. Power, money, and fame will always be worth than a life to the privileged. Happy Mother’s Day