Once I tried to express my family’s life by one sentence.
My father: Don’t you understand my feelings?
He always complains that we don’t do as he likes.
My mother: That’s not my fault.
She always excuses herself for something.
My sister: Look at me!
She always wants to be paid attention to her.
My grandmother: Sit down here and listen to my preach.
She always thought she was always right.
Me: Let me handle it.
When I see a conflict, I always empathize with both sides and think I am the one who can explain their feelings to the other. I always get involved in a difficult situation by my choice. Actually, they can solve their problem without me. The responsibility I feel is an illusion which exists only in my mind. I have to learn that’s their problem, not mine.