I am frustrated after reading this… Who are you talking about? Is it your mom or an aunt? I am not reading about a person, I am reading about a proces. The person that is living through that proces stays hidden. It would touch me more if I knew who you were writing about. You touch on a lot of things with the tips of your finger without explaining, so your words linger in a void… well, they do for me… ;o((( This piece could have been a real eyeopener, instead it fails me.