I hadn’t met my true self until my older sister’s accident. I was barely 15 years old at the time — a period of carefree youth.
I soon became my sister’s primary caregiver, dedicating myself to her round the clock.
At first, my family hired nurses to help out. But with their demands for exorbitant pay and our concern for privacy, we decided to dismiss them.
My brother played a huge role in attending to our sister’s mobility needs, but he was a boy. He could not attend to her personal needs the same way.
My parents were broken by the situation, but braved themselves and managed to stayed hopeful. By taking the major chunk of my sister’s responsibilities, I chose to relieve them from some of the stress. I decided I could manage everything single-handedly.
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