After the celebration that night, life slowly returned to normal, but something in our home had changed forever.
My father became quieter."s" Not the cold silence we were used to, but the silence of a man thinking deeply about his past decisions.
For the first time, he started asking my sister about school.
“How are your classes going?”
“What subjects do you enjoy most?”
“Do you need any books?”
At first, my sister answered carefully, almost as if she didn’t trust the change yet. Years of disappointment do not disappear overnight. But little by little, she began to see that our father was trying in his own way.
One evening, I overheard my parents talking outside.
My father sighed and said, “I was wrong.”
My mother did not answer immediately.
