Today I got up at six.
Today I go to work to earn the cost of living.
My mother is my future after thirty years. It might be my future after twenty years. She had dementia now. She can’t walk now. Two months ago, she lived by herself. She went into hospital and now she moved to the facility. As she has risk of falling to the ground, she moves by wheelchair. She isn’t allowed to walk now. She always complains about something. She condemns her daughters as she hadn’t like to enter in the facility.
I understand my mother feels lonely. If I were my mother, I would feel lonely too. But we can’t take care of her all day long. We have to work to earn the cost of living for ourselves and her.
I don’t have any children. I have to save money against my future. 
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