When my mom became very sick, I didn’t think twice—I packed my things and moved into her house to take care of her. It was a challenging time, but I felt it was my responsibility and, more importantly, an act of love. I cooked her meals, made sure she took her medicine, and kept her company during the long days.Thankfully, after several months, she started to recover. I thought life would slowly return to normal. But one afternoon, while we were sitting in the kitchen, she looked at me and said something that caught me off guard:
