I guess this is like, dumb to say? But sometimes I get really sad when my kids call. Like, they're always busy, and it's always super quick, just like five minutes, maybe ten if they're not too tired from work or whatever. I try to make dinner extra nice for myself that night, usually something with chicken, but it just feels like… empty. They're doing good, got their own places, but I miss them, even though they're grown. I don't know if that's okay to feel.