Day of meeting
On the day of the meeting, tensions were high. I found myself second-guessing whether I was making the right decision.
My mind raced with what-ifs, each scenario more daunting than the last. The kids sensed my unease, which only fueled their own apprehensions. “
Are we sure about this, Dad?” my eldest asked, voicing the collective anxiety. I took a deep breath, trying to project confidence I didn’t entirely feel.
They needed me strong.
