The days leading up to my planned return home felt like they flew by. The moment was fast approaching, and while I was excited to see my family again, there was an unexpected weight lingering in my heart.
As I made my way to Idris’s study to request leave, I noticed how much busier he had become lately. Papers were strewn across his desk, and the usual calm yet piercing demeanor he wore seemed underlined by something heavier, something unspoken.
Idris never openly complained, and he certainly never shared his burdens, but my intuition told me otherwise. There was a quiet exhaustion about him, a tension in his gaze that hinted at the immense responsibilities pressing down on his shoulders.
I knocked softly on the doorframe. Idris, sitting at his desk with one hand propped against his te
