… I don’t know how to take care of anyone. It’s sad really. 

My dad had to teach me how to get the right supplies and do the right things, while he was on his sick bed. He raised his voice at me saying how I’m already an adult but I don’t even know the basics to taking care of someone that is in an emergency. 

I think it would be better if I wasn’t an only child at this point. If I did have siblings, maybe I would know more. Mother doesn’t have time to teach me, or when she does, she does it herself instead of teaching me. Father just tells me to ask my mom. 

Wow. A 19-year-old girl who doesn’t even know how to properly get a warm wet towel with the right big tub of water and how to wipe down the sweat/cleanse the person.

It’s fucking sad.