Does it feel like a burden? An obligation, where you’re unsure about the underlying motivation. Unaddressed, the weight grows.

Sweet and sour. Cruel and comfort. Hope and nostalgia.

There’s conflict. There’s tension. There’s family.

Asked and received. But not how you wanted and not what you thought you wanted. Yet it was good. It was growth.

That’s an interesting thought. Should I say it? Just do it.