I took a deep breath and told her gently, “I will always support you, but I can’t become your plan. I helped because I love you — not because I can do it forever.” There was silence on the phone. I could hear her frustration, but I also sensed hurt behind it. Life has not been easy for her, and sometimes overwhelm makes us expect others to carry more than they can. I reminded her that asking for help doesn’t make her weak, but depending on one person without pause isn’t fair to either of us.

For a little while, she didn’t speak to me. Then this morning, my phone buzzed. It was a message from her: “I’m sorry. I’ve been stressed. Thank you for helping when you could. I’ll try to stand on my own feet more.” My eyes filled with relief. She wasn’t angry — she was exhausted. And sometimes exhaustion makes us forget gratitude, even toward those we love most. I sent her a voice note telling her I’d still be there — not as a wallet, but as a sister, a friend, a cheerleader, and someone who believes in her strength.

We made a plan together — budgeting ideas, community resources, and ways she could pick up flexible work from home. And suddenly the conversation shifted from dependence to empowerment. Today reminded me that loving people doesn’t mean solving everything for them; sometimes it means believing they can rise, and standing beside them while they do. Support doesn’t always look like money — sometimes it looks like patience, guidance, and reminding someone they are capable of building a life with dignity and hope.