Adina took a cab home, her mind still tangled in thoughts about the interview.

It was her rest day, and Talita wasn’t at school. The three children sat together at the coffee table, drawing with vibrant colors spread across the paper.

Zain carefully cut sheets to the perfect size, distributing them to his younger sisters, guiding them step by step. The warmth of the moment was almost enough to ease the tension from Adina’s shoulders.

Hearing footsteps, the kids turned their heads.

Talita rushed over, wrapping her tiny arms around Adina’s legs. “Sister, I missed you! I haven’t seen you in days.”

Adina smiled, bending down to press a kiss...