Today, I catch him/Her in the hallway—shoulders tense, eyes tired, carrying more than just lesson plans.
"Rough day?" I ask, voice soft.
He/she glances over, surprised—like he/she didn’t expect anyone to notice.
We don’t say more, but we don’t need to.
Beneath the stern voice and sharp lines, he’s/ She’s just like me—holding it together, barely.
And maybe ,for now, that quiet understanding is enough.
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