Maisie's p.o.v
I wanted to live independently until mom experienced a relapse. I was willing to put my dreams such as college on hold for her. It was my job to look after her. Eventually, she forced me out of the house. She didn't want to be a crutch for me anymore. Secretly, I believed she pushed me away because she didn't want me to witness her suffer. I brought and resided in an apartment closeby. The hospital, not my mom, provided updates for me. I was my mom's emergency contact therefore I had a right to be informed. For instance, mom was in the hospital waiting to go in for major surgery. I had a chance to spend time with her. I felt at peace when I cried and rested in her arms.
