On some days, I found it inconvenient to care for my loved ones. My mom had diabetes, and it was frustrating that she wouldn't follow the doctor's advice. I'd remind her of the right amount of food to eat, but then she'd ignore me and continue with her business. Then there was my dad, who developed liver problems because of too much alcohol. He was hospitalized, and thankfully he recovered, but then he continued to drink again after a few months from recovering. Despite being irresponsible to themselves, they were most generous to other people. Seeing them not care for themselves better adds to my frustration because I know they deserve well. I didn't dislike caring for them; perhaps, it was only sad.