Scalding hot tea, precariously in my hand and wily children that want to climb up my leg and take me off balance.
Regret. Especially about the big choices that take you in different directions.
The world flooding and burning and mass death because of greed and it happening in my lifetime. In my children’s lifetime.
Dying for perceived selfish reasons in the eyes of my children. (Why did mom have to go? Why couldn’t she have stayed with us?)
Dying and breaking my kids.
Water damage and mold in the house.
Secret house catastrophes that you don’t find out about until it is too late and it’s gone on too long.
Head wounds in children.