As I hang up, I can’t shake the feeling that today will be different.
There’s a tension in the air, a sense that something is about to give.
I stand by the window, looking out over the city.
The streets below are bustling with life, people moving with purpose and direction.
And yet, I feel disconnected, as if watching from a distance.
The memory of the girl and her dog haunts me, a constant reminder of the world outside my insulated bubble.
I think of my son, of the values I want to instill in him.
How do I teach him compassion, empathy, when I’ve ignored it in my own life?
The question lingers, heavy and unanswered.
The clock ticks on, each passing minute bringing me closer to the meeting.
My heart pounds, a steady drumbeat of anxiety.
I take a deep breath, trying to steady myself.
But the knot in my chest tightens, refusing to be ignored.
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