❤Mortuus' Story

I approached my mother while she was cooking (she was cooking because even though she has a broken leg, she offered to cook for me and her), I asked her if she knew why I’m constantly correcting her, when she requests something of me, to which she didn’t really have an answer, somehow she felt offended by the fact that she could learn something anything from me. A few minutes of chatting later and she delivered the wall shattering statement, she said: “Because of you, it’s not easier to live!”. That was quite painful to hear, especially because since she broke her leg, I was always at her side. It is true that some of the time when she asked me to do something I would ask her how to do that, but that’s mostly to avoid doing something twice, you know, doing it the first time the way you think she wants it done, and then doing it the second time when she sees how you’ve done it and tells you how she wanted it done. Because of this revelation (a surprising and previously unknown