Anxious children
As the encounter drew near, the children were visibly anxious. “Do we really have to see her?” the youngest asked, clutching my hand.
They battled mixed emotions, ranging from curiosity to dread. My eldest echoed the sentiment, though more restrained. “It’s been so long, Dad.
How do we prepare for this?” I did my best to reassure them, but the collective anxiety was hard to miss.
Everyone felt the weight of what was coming.
