At my lowest, when I couldn’t recognize myself in the mirror and felt like a burden just for breathing, she would look at me like I was still her sister. Not a patient. Not a problem to solve. Just family.
That’s not something you do for a stranger.
I don’t know what our relationship will look like in five years. I don’t know if we’ll ever sit down and unpack the past properly. Maybe we should. Maybe we won’t.
