We've grown up, and suddenly, we've all become an army of caring ants. Without knowing how, it's become an organism that, step by step, weaves a network capable of supporting any living being who becomes our responsibility: in-laws, nephews, parents, ex-partners, mothers, godmothers. Caregiving has invaded conversations with my friends, and now I can't stop thinking about it, I can't stop chatting with them. Almost simultaneously, we've all had a preview of what our maturity will be like, and it seems we'll need each other a lot. In the following examples, the names are fictitious, but the stories aren't: Carla lives a plane ride away from her parents because she didn't want a long-distance relationship with her partner, and now no one is taking care of her when she has to care for a family that isn't her own; Paula is the only child of divorced parents, and just as she's had her son born, she's also had to become a mother to sick parents; Cristina should be worried about her mother, who hasn't recovered since her depression, but now her sister is going down the same path, and that's what's causing her anguish.