The Day a Mix-Up at School Taught Me What Truly Matters
On the way home, Timmy held my hand with an unusual tightness. He was quieter than usual, and the spark in his voice wasn’t quite there. When I gently asked why he seemed worried earlier, he whispered, “I thought you forgot me.” His words hit me harder than I expected. I realized how often my long workdays had taken me away from these small but important moments.
At home, we spent the afternoon building block towers and drawing pictures on scrap paper. Timmy talked more freely, sharing his day in little details — the story they read in class, the game he played, the friend who made him laugh. As I listened, I felt something shift inside me. These ordinary moments suddenly felt extraordinary because they were moments I had been missing.
