I wake up every morning before dawn, my body aching from the physical labor I endure daily. I work multiple jobs just to make ends meet, all to provide for my family and bring them out of the hardship we’ve faced for so long.

Despite my best efforts, it seems like no matter how hard I work, it’s never enough. My younger one, who I’ve sacrificed so much for, seems to take everything I provide for granted. They misuse every resource I gather, wasting it on frivolous things while our family’s basic needs remain unmet.

I remember the countless nights I’ve gone to bed with an empty stomach, so my children could eat. The times I’ve gone without clothes or shoes, so they could have what they need. But no matter how much I sacrifice, it’s never enough.

The pain and frustration I feel are overwhelming at times. I feel like I’m drowning in a sea of responsibility, with no lifeline in sight. I’ve tried to talk to my younger one, to explain the value of hard work and the struggles we face, but they just don’t seem to understand.

It’s hard not to feel resentful, to wonder if all my efforts are worth it. I ponder every night if I just just cut them off and let them face the reality of life. I am just confused