When Work and Life Collided
The morning Liam was admitted after a serious accident, the world outside stopped. Time had no meaning. Every priority collapsed into one truth: my child needed me. Machines beeped, monitors glowed, and I held his hand, silently promising I wouldn’t leave.
That first night blurred into morning. I slept in a plastic chair, waking at every sound. When the sun rose, I called my boss. Five days off. No vacation, no drama—just time to be there for my son.
His response? Cold, rehearsed:
“You need to separate work from your private life.”
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