
My mother is lonely but she’ll never admit it — she’ll insist she doesn’t want to be a bother, that we have our own lives, that she’s fine, and I’ve finally understood that “I don’t want to be a burden” is just the polite way she’s learned to say please don’t forget about me
My mother is lonely, and she will go to her grave denying it. Ask her outright and you’ll get the entire familiar litany, brightly delivered.










