Written by Dennis Harvell
The Weight I Didn’t Know I Carried
“...I didn’t see it as responsibility back then. I saw it as survival. I saw it as watching over her the way she watched over me when she could. But now, with distance and clarity, I understand the truth: I stepped into a role no child should have to fill. Not because she failed, but because everyone else did. Because she had no one. Because she trusted me. Because I was the only one who stayed.”
“And even in her lowest moments, she let me help her.“
“That was her way of loving me.“
“And it was my way of loving her back.“
Excerpt from my memoir: The Hand I Refused To Play, Chapter 11 “The Weight I Didn’t Know I Carried”
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