Oh my God! One of my old personal letters rewritten by AI reads this -  

My Dearest,

This isn’t about unanswered calls; it’s about the warmth of concern that seems to be missing. After the flurry of messages, a simple text to inquire about my well-being would have been a balm - empathy, indeed. Should I cease to count on you? Perhaps someone so distant, with a personal life shrouded in secrecy from this so-called family, isn’t meant to be relied upon. Yes, someone who venerates a character that abandoned kin and comrades for personal “ambitions”—if only these ambitions served a greater good, uplifted lives, or brought joy to others beyond oneself.

And then there’s the enigma of your ever-changing social media persona—five different profile names on Instagram. What compels this chameleon act? Are you juggling multiple identities, struggling with your own Jekyll and Hyde? Have you forgotten the values we hold dear? For the first time, I find myself questioning the principles instilled in you.

What truly is open-mindedness? What is freedom if not tethered to the responsibility towards one’s kin? I believed freedom was synonymous with responsibility—not merely fiscal, but emotional and spiritual as well. Why should I labor now? You expect me to persevere for reasons unknown, yet you bristle at the notion of any expectations placed upon you. Are familial bonds and their accompanying duties not reciprocal?

You’ve made grand gestures—an expensive bag, money sent without strings attached—but is that the sum of your contributions? Once again, it’s not at all about the currency—it’s about the spirit. Your aversion to commitment perplexes me. Shouldn’t we be able to lean on you, to take for granted your presence? Have you ceased to take us for granted in return? What then remains of our bond?

I find myself adrift in confusion; I cannot depend on you, and you seem unwilling to claim us as your own. Our relationship has become a labyrinthine puzzle that I cannot solve. You wish for me to harbor no expectations—is this because you are reluctant to offer even a modicum of solace to your own mother? How remarkable.