When I was at home, I’d feel the need to get out of bed and start my day
A month after I was born, my mother-in-law and I spent the morning at our home in Llandudno.
“There are so many people in the world that can’t speak English,” she said.
“We have to speak English.”
She was referring to the English-speaking community of the South West of England.
We are part of the NHS and we can’t get the care we need because the NHS is not supporting us.
It’s like a jungle, it’s hard to get in.
“It’s like going into a jungle,” she continued.
“You can’t go in the jungle, you can’t find food, you have no money, you don’t have any support.”
As we stood in the garden, I looked around and I felt my heart sink.
The sun was shining and I could see the trees swaying.
“The whole thing is just really sad,” she told me.
I was still very young, I had just two years left in my education.
I didn’t have the money to travel.
“When you’re a young child, you want to be in the UK,” she added.
I looked at her and I cried.
“I’ve had it.
I’ve lost everything,” I told her.
I went to see my mother the next day and I found her crying too.
“She was like, ‘Don’t cry, I know what I have to do,'” she said to me.
“My mother- in-law was so sad that she went out of her way to come to England and help people.”
At home, my mum-in’s life had changed.
She had started her career in a nursing school, which was the only way to support her after the birth of my son.
She worked as a social worker, but I could only understand a few words of her.
She told me she was so happy and fulfilled at home.
“After my son was born my mum was in a wheelchair, she could barely move,” she recalled.
The rest of the time I just wanted to get to work.” “
Then my mum went back into work.
The rest of the time I just wanted to get to work.”
My mum and I both spoke English.
My mother had worked in an NHS hospice before I was old enough to speak, so I had to learn English on my own.
I spent all my free time doing everything I could to make my mother’s life easier.
I read books, I worked on my English, I helped my mother with her homework, I took her shopping.
“Once I found that I could do everything I wanted to do, my mom was just like, go out and do something else,” I said.
I still remember the day my mum had a heart attack while taking a test.
It was the day she had a CT scan and she had to be put into intensive care.
She lost her balance and her life had been turned upside down.
I watched her cry.
“At the end of the day, she was just devastated,” I explained.
I had gone through a very traumatic time in my life.
My mum was just so happy.
But the truth is that she didn’t care about me.
She didn’t want me to come home from work and look after her.
When I asked her about her job, she told us she was working for a small local company.
“But I did it for a living, I was doing this for a life, I don’t want anyone to see that,” she admitted.
“All of a sudden I was working two or three jobs and I had two or 3 children. I don