the plastic bag had cut into her skin.
“She could have died.”
“She’s always dramatic. Come home and make yourself useful.”
For two years, Daniel had called my mother a guest while treating her like unpaid help.
He left dishes outside her room, woke her to iron his shirts, and complained when her coughing interrupted television.
I worked long hours at a property firm and believed him whenever he said Mom insisted on helping.
Mom, terrified of becoming a burden, never told me how much he expected from her.
That
