My parents are getting older, obviously. And like, my mom — she just keeps saying she feels this... emptiness? Like, now that me and my siblings are all grown, moved abroad, built our own lives, she feels this, I guess, existential dread? She says it’s like her purpose just… stopped. Which I get, sort of. She dedicated her whole adult life to us, to making sure we had opportunities she never did. Moving halfway across the world for that, you know? It's a HUGE sacrifice. I always understood that. But here’s the thing, and this is where I think I’m maybe being a terrible person. I hear her on the phone, sometimes she’s almost crying, talking about how much she misses us, how she just *feels* this ache. And I just... don't feel it back. Not in the same way. I mean, I love my mom. Deeply. But my life is here now. My career, my friends, my partner. We talk every week, sometimes twice. I send money. I visit when I can, which isn't often because flights are insane and work is… work. I guess I’ve sort of compartmentalized it? Like, my life here, her life there. Two separate things. I feel like there's supposed to be this, like, filial guilt. This deep sorrow that I’m not there, or that she’s alone. She sometimes says things like, "We did all this for you, so you could have a better life, but what about *our* lives now?" And it’s not accusatory, just… sad. And I just nod and say "I know, Amma." But inside, I’m just… blank. Or maybe just numb? I don’t know if it’s a defense mechanism or if I’m just inherently cold. Is this normal? This kind of disconnect? I mean, I’m 31. I'm hitting all these milestones she wanted for me – career progression, stable relationship, bought an apartment. Things she had to fight tooth and nail for us to even aspire to. So, shouldn't that be enough? The payoff for her sacrifice? Why does she still feel this void? And why do I feel so little about *her* void? Like, I guess I empathize, intellectually. But emotionally? It just… doesn't land. Anyone else feel this way with their immigrant parents? Or am I just, like, pathologically detached? It kind of freaks me out, to be honest.