I tried to help out as much as possible with everyday stuff like cooking meals, doing the laundry, and cleaning the house. I loved my mom so much and hated to see her hurting. I remember several nights when I’d be lying in bed and could hear her cry herself to sleep. My father died about five years earlier in a work accident.Įver since, my mom had been pretty depressed, she’d never really gotten over my dad’s death.
