"Everything you need to know about taking care of Mom is written in here."

Then I turned to look at her.

"Mom, it's not that I don't want to take care of you. I'm just tired. I need a break too."

I grabbed my suitcase and walked out.

I rented a tiny room in the city. Five hundred a month.

On the third day, Val called. His tone was sharp.

"Priscilla, Mom's in the ER because of you! They're trying to save her right now. Get your ass back here!"