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“I won’t need help for long,” she said. “I don’t want to be a burden.”
“You’re not,” I reassured her—and I meant every word.
I was raised to believe that family doesn’t keep score.
Because I couldn’t be home during work hours, I asked Brian to look after her during the day. Nothing demanding—just presence. Warming up meals. Bringing water. Making sure she didn’t fall.
He didn’t argue.
The first day went smoothly. My mom said he was polite, though quiet. I felt relieved.
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