I'm okay, Jamie. This is me. It's not a special day or something to worry about. Si doesn't need to take care of me, and Si needs caring for more than I do. He always has, and that's always been my job, even though it maybe looks the other way around. But, no. Dad made up Mom. She's a figment. She's his Cathy on the Moors once she died, but that isn't real. Real Mom is trapped.
Tell me about the good parts in words that paint pictures.