Initially, neither my older brother or sister called me to schedule the week I was taking care of our mom. Why? Because I am the youngest. It doesn’t matter how many mortgage payments I make or jars of anti-aging cream I buy, they all still see me as the baby, not capable of much of anything, and especially not taking care of my mother. So I called my brother, and told him I was coming to help. It was time to show my family that I was a responsible, reliable, and fully-realized adult.