“I made something too.”

I taped the drawing above my desk.

There was a time when I would have hidden my work to avoid being told it was unimportant.

Now my daughter watched me put her art beside my professional plans, as though both deserved space.

Perhaps that was how change became permanent: not in one spectacular gesture, but in the ordinary decision to stop making yourself small.

PART 21: The Question Callum Finally Asked