As a small, slender, semi-broke firstborn daughter in my mother's house, I am frustrated, exhausted, and constantly worried-about my siblings, my mother, and my future.
Every time payday comes, I sit down with my salary, do the calculations, and allocate my money before spending a single penny on myself.
The numbers never seem to add up, and the guilt never fades.
No matter how much I give, it never feels like enough.
