The unease is palpable. Mom’s quiet discomfort deepens, and Dad’s silence grows heavier. Conversations about what they might lose remain unspoken, each of us caught in a web of avoidance.
As I prepare to leave, the creeping feeling of inevitable change settles in. The road ahead feels like a long, winding path of compromises and losses, with no clear end in sight.
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