thought:
What if next time no one finds me?
Living with family does not always cure loneliness
I called my daughter and went to live with her “for a while.” At first it was nice: dinners, talks, feeling included. But reality came quickly.
They had their routines, their work, their lives. I spent hours alone… Just like before, but now in a house that wasn’t mine.
The frictions appeared without bad intentions:
“Mom, less salt.”
“Mom, turn the volume down.”
“Mom, on Saturday we go out, will you be okay?”
One day I heard my daughter say on the phone,
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