I was always told about my role in their lives.
How important I was.
The centre of their world.
That life was unimaginable without me.
I believed it.
I truly thought it was real.
Little did I know,
People often say what they don’t mean
and carefully hide what they actually do.
Too naïve, perhaps—
yes, for this world at least.
Time passed.
People grew.
Everyone matured— except that soul who still believed she must be the centre of someone’s universe.
They moved on.
Love moved on.
Life rearranged itself.
Everyone found an updated centre to orbit around.
My world didn’t.
My priorities were the same,
are the same,
and will remain the same until the end of time.
I thought, okay… maybe a different role will present itself.
And then, without warning,
three small lives arrived quietly,
turning my world inside out.
"They didn’t just make me the centre,
they made me the entire compass,
the walls, the shelter,
the ground beneath their feet
and the sky they look up to."
Suddenly, I wasn’t a point in the universe.
I was the universe.
I keep hearing that my priorities must change now.
That I must grow up.
That I must learn compartmentalisation—
how to neatly separate roles, thoughts, emotions.
But I never had time for that.
And I suspect I never will.
Because every step I take,
every thought I hold,
every move I make,
every muffin I bake—
behind it all stands the Trinity.
Three souls who erase my entire yesterday
and applaud me into a beautiful tomorrow.
And someday,
I will tell all three of you
how my role quietly transformed into responsibility—
and how that responsibility
became the most meaningful love
I will ever know.
The Role: Rewritten