Nobody talks about the specific exhaustion of being the family member who translates between everyone else — the one who calls after every argument to explain what your sister actually meant, what dad was really trying to say, what your mother needs but won’t ask for — and the day you stop translating is the day the whole family loses a language it never knew it was speaking
Add Silicon Canals to your Google News feed. I was twenty-three when I first realized I’d become my family’s unofficial ...
