CHAPTER THIRTY THREE
Finally done with the bath and cleaning up the mess I made with the water puddles, I went over to open up the door and window latches, so as to aid the entire cleaning and drying process.
I honestly didn’t know what do with myself from this point, but I was trying to be optimistic about what the day held for me. It was still relatively the early hours of the morning, and maybe deep down I was beginning to regret choosing to stay here and dote over mom.
The truth is that now that I actually have the time on my own to really think about what I am doing here alone with her, the clearer it dawns on me that this isn’t healthy for the two of us. Then there is also this tiny fact where I feel entirely useless because I didn’t feel like I am doing enough or anything tangib
