“I don’t mind. It just become like a norm for me. I know I have to do it, so I get it done. I can’t allow her to suffer. It is my mother and I have to do what I have to do,” she said as she cleaned and changed the woman she calls mommy.
It has been weeks since she became the primary caregiver for her mother who is now bedridden. She has siblings, but she has the responsibility to take care of their mother, a role she has taken up without complaint.
“I would not lie: sometimes it can get to me. But I would just close my eyes and say a prayer and then go at it again. The others help in whatever way they can help, but I am home, so I am the best person to take care of her,” she told me.