Trouble Is Getting Bigger on the Home Front

I talked to mother for about two hours with a few calls. She broke her wrist some days ago, but that is not the main thing she wanted to talk about… Her sobbing voice was tormenting. “If you were around, I would ask you to come.” It was like a voice of a small girl who doesn’t know what to do to deal with life while she is totally alone. While I don’t agree with her on many things, it is definitely true that she deserves better. All I could do was to try to console her with half-convincing words, especially when things are still murky because brother is still keeping his mouth shut. Mother, don't worry so much. He is already an old man.