When siblings drift apart
What haunts me like a shadow isn't that they left so quickly. It's the realization that the bond between them weakened without us even noticing. Léa and Camille, once inseparable, seemed to speak to each other like distant acquaintances, with courtesy and caution. No conflicts, no harsh words, just a cold absence. Théo, meanwhile, hovered like a visitor from another planet, distracted and eager to escape.
As I watched them sitting together but distant, I wondered where that closeness had gone. There's a particular sadness in realizing that your children no longer know how to be siblings like they used to. My husband and I did everything we could to raise them in a home where affection was natural and support constant. We helped them without controlling them, encouraged them without nagging. So why do I feel like something essential slipped through our fingers even though we tried our hardest?
The moment everything broke
When they finally left, we walked them to the door. The hugs were quick, affectionate, but rushed. As their cars disappeared down the driveway, an eerie silence settled over the house. I turned to my husband and saw his expression fade. His eyes glistened. A man who had always carried so much weight on his shoulders suddenly seemed like someone who had lost his way. It hurt to see him like that. It hurt because I recognized that same pain within myself.
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