You lie in bed at night. You stare at the ceiling. The house is quiet. But your mind is screaming. You look at the phone. You wait for a text to say they are okay. You replay their problems in your head. You worry about their breakup. You worry about their debt. You worry about their sadness.
And then, the Guilt comes. You replay the past. You wonder, “Did I do enough?” You judge yourself for mistakes you made 20 years ago. You think if you had been different then, they would be safe now.
Your instinct is to rush in. You want to fix it. For years, a kiss and a band-aid fixed everything. You were the Magician. But now, they are tall. They are grown. Their problems are too big for band-aids. And you feel a terrible, hollow ache in your chest. You realize a painful truth. “I cannot save them from this.”