Back home, Sarah voiced what had been quietly building. 'Your mom's visits are becoming frequent,' she said softly. The statement hung in the air, both immediate and undeniable. 'She seems to know when we’re here or not,' Sarah noted, her expression serious. I pondered her words, aware of an unsettling pattern. 'Let’s set some boundaries,' I suggested gently. Her nod of agreement echoed a shared understanding. We needed to balance our newfound life.