Reflecting on sacrifices
Driving home, I thought about the sacrifices I had made for my children. The missed social gatherings, the countless sleepless nights, and the relentless pace of single parenthood had become my norm.
I parked the car and saw the letter from my estranged wife on the dashboard. Could I manage both a promotion and the emotional storm brewing from her unexpected outreach?
My mind wrestled with the choices, each demanding more than I thought I could give.
