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I was mopping the cafeteria floor when a boy swaggered over, smirking. “You missed a spot, old man,” he said, before deliberately pouring his soda onto the freshly cleaned surface. His friends erupted in laughter as I clenched my jaw and chose to stay silent—there was no use arguing with a pack of teenagers. That evening, there was an unexpected knock at my door. Standing there was the boy’s father, his expression grave. His first words stopped me in my tracks: “You don’t know it yet, but…” What he said next turned my world upside down in ways I could never have imagined.

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Rushed morning

Rushed Morning