My parents treated me like a servant. 1 day before…

I continued. “Real service is a choice. It comes from wanting to help. But when service becomes an expectation, when people assume you’ll show up, cook, clean, sacrifice your time, that’s not service anymore.”

I didn’t name what it was. But everyone understood.

“So I choose who I serve. I choose people who see me, people who say thank you, people who continue reading …