being the eldest daughter/latchkey kid/scapegoat/black sheep/mom’s twin while my mom slowly dies from a terminal illness and i have to keep it all together even tho i’m barely able to walk some days and i can’t stop crying but i have to stiff-upper-lip suffer thru because it’s the midwest and we’re catholics and also it is supposed to be about her and they say well look how you R e s i l i e n t you are:)