A simple trip to the supermarket, between daily shopping and the worries of a widowed father, shook all my certainties.
I hadn’t planned for my life to shift so dramatically between apples and broccoli.
That Thursday, I was simply an overwhelmed father, trying to stay afloat. Widowed for two years, four children to manage, a budget tight to the euro.
And then I saw that golden reflection in the fruit bowl.
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