After finishing dinner, I hurried upstairs, my mind spinning with ideas and arguments. If I wanted to go back to work, I needed a plan—and a solid one at that. Dad was stubborn, but he valued logic and straightforwardness, so I had to appeal to that side of him. Pacing the length of my room, I muttered to myself, rehearsing different approaches. I couldn’t just beg or plead—that would only make him dig his heels in further. No, I needed to show him that returning to work was the right decision, both for me and for the family. At least I had some allies. Mom seemed to be warming up to the idea, and I knew my brother was already on my side. If they backed me up, convincing Dad would be easier—or so I hoped. By the time Dad arrived home that evening, I was ready. Taking a deep breath, I waited until he was settled in the living room with his usual cup of coffee before making my move. “Dad, can we talk?” I asked, standing in the doorway. He glanced up, his brow furrowing slightly. “O
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