What I find the most difficult with my mum being elderly is, that she can’t help me no more. She was always there for me, trying her best, even though if slightly ineffective at times. Especially if my brother ruined something for me she would rush and help. Now, she can’t do that any more any my brother is even worse that he used to be and I’m suddenly faced with the truth that I have to find ways to cope with.
I think I’ll deliver her suitcase today and her mobile and I really hope my ID card will be ready this Wednesday. I want to go back to where I belong and it’s not in here.