The next day, I received a call from my father who found my attitude anything but professional. To cancel my return I preferred to call my mother and I hoped that she would explain things to him so that he would not feel obliged to speak to me directly. Missed. He must have been less busy than usual. In short, I had no reason to worry. He just needed to be grumpy like usual. I let him blather for a moment and hung up knowing that he had already sorted everything out for my return to the office.
Franck and Or soon visited me and I finally had an explanation for their behavior. The weirdest thing was that I wasn't even nervous about seeing them anymore. I was no longer afraid of what they might think of me. I had what I wanted most in the world. The rest, it seemed to me, mattered so little
