I have taken care of her all her life. I have been there for my mother. My youth—I have lost that forever. My mother has always been ill. If it wasn’t one thing, it was another. Her headaches, her migraines made us stay up all night. Later it was memories of her mother and her struggles as a single parent. I was afraid to hug my mother. She would take that as a sign of weakness, weakness on her part.