In the afternoon, the supervisor approaches, her expression unreadable.
“How are you managing?” she asks, her voice unexpectedly soft.
“It’s a struggle,” I admit, surprised by my own honesty.
She nods, a moment of understanding passing between us.
It’s a small gesture, but it lightens the weight I carry.
As the day ends, I head home with a sense of cautious optimism.
There are still challenges ahead, but for now, I hold onto the moments of hope.
Note: This story is a work of fiction inspired by real events. Names, characters, and details have been altered.
