This is where I am mostly. I almost never say NO. I cannot. I feel like, if I do, then who will help?

No One.

When folks are done with you, they are done. And if family isn’t loyal, then the legs one walks on are constant pegs; unsteady, unsure.

My Mom calls me up when there is trouble, when something is awry. No one handles it on their own, not without my consent. Some days, I do not want the grunt of it all, because I barely live how I want to LIVE, but most days, I am strong enough to carry on without even blinking an eye and there is satisfaction in their happiness.

I understand.

You are their shoulders.

They can lean on you.

And, Thin Man, that is highly admirable and honorable. Thank you for sharing.