I am really worried. I have watched you do many foolish things. Now, as your last year unfolds before me in bank statements and cancelled cheques, I worry again. Many times I told you, “You cannot do this. Stop this activity. This will be trouble”. You always ignored my warnings. “Yeah, whatever. You can make it go away.” No, I can’t, I thought. I can push things around, but I can’t make them go away. You can enjoy it now and pay for it later, but “later” has arrived. I can’t do anything to save you from the consequences of your choices anymore. I wish I could, but I can’t. You created a barrier between us that I cannot climb. And now I am stuck here, knowing that hardship and suffering are coming your way, a great tsunami that I cannot stop.
