I have tried to care for my mother ever since my father died 10 years ago. I had just finished university and had found a task in my hometown not far from my parents’ house. I’ll never forget the look of pleasure on their faces when I told them the news in person after I had already permanently moved all of my belongings to my new apartment. Things were good for about a year, every one of us opted to go out on dinner trips all the time and I stopped by their place after work multiple nights to say hello and catch an episode of the cable show every one of us were mutually watching at the time. Then abruptly, my father died from cancer every one of us had clue he even had. It was a devastating time for the entire family, however it hit my mother the hardest. She was never the same person after dad died. I increased the amount of trips to her apartment and eventually started living there section time to do all of the things around the apartment my dad would usually do, enjoy clean the rain gutters, trim the bushes, and mow the shrubbery. I have also been swapping out the air filters in her a/c for her since the access panel can only be reached with a ladder. One day, I accidentally saw a single of her electric bills and saw how high the rates were each week. Because I knew she was struggling financially worse after my father’s death, I decided to step in and start paying all of her energy bills for her. It took some insistence to convince my otherwise prideful mother, although she couldn’t deny she needed the help. She broke down in tears out of gratitude however eventually smiled, hugged me, and said, “Thank you.”