The first month of the semester passed in a whirlwind of lectures, assignments, and late nights at the foundation office. I had never been so busy, yet I had never felt more alive.
My days were divided between morning classes, afternoon meetings, and evenings spent catching up on assignments. Clara and I had transformed the small office into a welcoming space, with bookshelves, student stories pinned to the walls, and a couch that had become our favorite place to rest after long hours of work.
We had already approved three scholarships and helped five students find part-time jobs through our partnership with the Evergreen company.
Dad's dream was finally becoming a reality.
But apparently, trouble wasn't finished with us.
"You're going to burn yourself out," Victor said one Tuesday ev
