Sympathies That Sting
One by one, colleagues offered sympathetic words and small gestures of kindness. Each ‘I’m so sorry’ seemed to chip away at my composure just a little more.
It was kind, well-meaning, but it only underscored my humiliation. The family drama had become a public spectacle, leaving me scrambling to maintain dignity amidst the chaos.
Yet, every shared word became a reminder of the distance between family members that I couldn’t quite bridge.