One of my greatest fears is my mum dying before my dad. Because it would mean that I would have to put my life on hold and move back to my hometown to look after him. And for once in my memory I am actually fairly happy here. I feel at home here. Sure I still have shitty days but I have less of them. Does this make me a bad daughter?
I can’t even do the one thing I remotely think I’m good at. Can I die yet?