The Good Daughter

Summary

I was running a fever, getting fluids from an IV drip, so I asked my sister to make dinner for my mom.

When I got to her house that night, I was giving my mom a sponge bath when she spoke, her voice cold.

“You’re so dramatic. If you don't want to take care of me, just say so. You don't have to make up excuses.”

I froze. She took my silence as guilt and continued.

“You’ve been like this since you were a kid. Always faking something. Always an excuse when things get hard.

“Your sister and brother are so much better. They never make me worry.”