I moved back home from the hotel, but I’m still carrying a lot of discomfort. The tension between my aunt and my mom feels like an elephant in the room, too big to ignore.

Maybe I’m too eager to fix things, or perhaps I’m expecting more than I should. It’s hard to let go of the sadness and frustration when I can see the possibility of healing and reconciliation, if only one of them would open their heart. But they both seem so stuck.