The next morning feels different, like the world is holding its breath, waiting for something to happen. I wake up to the soft light of dawn filtering through the curtains, the apartment bathed in a peaceful, golden glow. For a moment, I let myself savor the quiet, the promise of a new day.
After a quick breakfast and a few morning meetings, I find myself with a rare stretch of free time. I decide to head to a nearby park, needing some fresh air and a break from my thoughts. I sit on a bench under the shade of a large oak tree, watching people go about their lives, families with strollers, couples holding hands, children chasing each other across the grass.
It’s peaceful, yet I can’t help but feel a pang of longing as I watch them. Soon, I’ll be one of those parents, pushing a stroller,
