We live in a world that often measures worth by milestones: owning a home, being in a relationship, having a bustling social life. These things are beautiful, yes — but they are not the only markers of value. And they certainly don’t define a person’s significance. So let me say this loud and clear: Just because I don’t have my own house, or a girlfriend, or friends doesn’t mean I don’t matter. I am not a checklist. I am not a timeline. I am not a comparison. I am a person. A

Lately, things at Granny’s house have been tense. My mom thinks it’s time for me to move out, and she’s not shy about saying so. But every time she brings it up, Granny gets fired up and yells at her. It’s not easy being caught in the middle of that kind of storm. I know where Mom’s coming from. She feels I’m not helping enough around the house—especially when it comes to caring for my grandparents. And I get it. But I also have my reasons. I live here, yes. But that doesn’t