"Please, Mummy! I want to go to Daddy's place!" Jamal's small voice pierced the quiet of Rachael's room as he bounced energetically beside her desk.
His chubby hands gripped the edge of her chair, tugging at her sleeve with urgency.
Meanwhile, Rachael's fingers flew over the keyboard, the relentless clicking of the keys filling the air as she focused on the screen, trying to meet a pressing deadline. She barely had time to breathe, let alone indulge her son's sudden request. Not today.
"Mummy, you're not even listening to me!" Jamal whines louder, frustration bubbling in his voice.
Rachael's shoulders tensed, but she didn’t break her focus. The document in front of her was demanding, her thoughts juggling between work and the weight of her emotions.
It was almost too much. After day
