GVH-832 Eng sub In my father's shoes

Death didn't just shatter our home; it broke the glass through which I saw her. I wanted to be the man of the house, to take charge of the bills and dry her tears, but in the process, something in my gaze shifted. I am no longer looking for the mother who raised me, but for the woman hiding behind the mourning.

Is this the place my father wanted me to fill?