Though it pains me to admit this, I am not self-sufficient at this time.
I function as an adult in every respect except the most essential:
I am unemployed and do not pay for my own housing.

My uncle houses me. He took me in when my mother passed.
I help with shopping and with my bedbound grandfather,
albeit less than my share.

In this time, we have bonded. His own mother -- my grandmother --
had been in decline for some time before my mother passed,
and finally passed soon after her, and so -- mostly without mention --
my uncle and I have since shared our grief.

We keep each other company. Seeing him every day keeps me sane,
and I would like to imagine I do the same for him to some extent --
though, being that I am a quiet and reserved person,
and have been somewhat irritable these past years,
I do wish that extent could be greater.
I know there have been rare occasions my aloof attitude has hurt him.
I hope the good of having me here has outweighed the bad.