Its disorienting to be in charge. To go from “being dependent” to “having dependents”.
Its weird to see your parents listen to you. To hear yourself scold them as you run out of patience answering the same question, again and again.And again. And again. Their memories developing sieves.
To see they have nothing else to do but fuss over you. No where to go. No one to meet. No deadlines to keep.
They were black haired and quick on feet once. With wicked gossip from neighbourhood and office. Now all they talk about is the pain-in-the-joints and the nasal block.
Its soul crushing to see the ravages that time has on people you love and to think of atrocities it still has in store.