Resurgence pt. 3

October 9, 2005

Sunday

Dear Diary,

I got back home in the morning. My wife is cooking breakfast for us. The same old pancakes, with the same old maple syrup. Surprisingly, the routine didn't feel mundane this time. Instead, my heart swelled with appreciation for the simple blessings that often go unnoticed. 

After breakfast, I cautiously reentered my workroom, a space once alive with the hum of writing reports. Since retirement, I avoided the room, as I feared recalling the wonderful moments of my past career. 

Surprisingly, the room was clean and organized. My wife knew that I would never let go of my job, and she maintained the room for me, waiting for the day when I would start writing again. 

I couldn’t wait to pick up my pen again. I immediately immersed myself in Adhem’s story. 

Hours later, with the clock striking 6 pm, I marveled at the first article I'd crafted after two months of having left journalism. 

I folded the papers, carefully packed them into an envelope, and sent them to Tariq, hoping that his publication would approve my article.